𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ *.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.* ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝙳𝙸𝙰𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙳𝚂.

— to memory all she can, come morning they’ll be no more.

— of skin that she could find, drapes over it like silken fabric, reaching and  stretching  around  to  feel  in  ways  that  had  no  dependence  on  ordinary. she goes where she goes, greedily taking in the softness of nomad skin, learning, committing —

— and fear grips at her, claws into her heart and holds it tight. the ache becomes almost unbearable and her resolve wavers for a millisecond but she is kissing back with the same tenderness all while her insides are at war. exploring fingertips ran over every area —

the softness becomes impossible to comprehend for a fleeting moment. it rearranges the atmosphere completely, making it something warm if foreign to veronika. yes, she has, if only to herself, admitted her feelings for nomad but the shift in the air makes it more real. —

—— @AustereCascade

—— @AustereCascade

— fact that accepting for the first time loving someone also meant leaving them behind?

— of a smirk while her hand wraps around nomad’s neck, “nothing.” she managed to say steadily enough that it could be misconstrued as the truth. “don’t think too much and kiss me.” it almost sounded normal but her heart was nothing but that. how do you make peace with the —

— feel like? being seen through the mist? being felt and perceived like two souls mirroring one another? A harrowing discovery to see that is exactly what nomad is seeing even if it is disguised as something else. Veronika recovers quickly, lips quirking into something —

stunt for a brief moment, Veronika looks up into her eyes trying to find and answer but her mouth dries out. leave it to nomad to read her better than anyone has ever come close to and it sets her heart into a frenzy of worry but also want. isn’t that what love can look like? —

— nomad finds her place on top of head, the sight enough to make her mouth water. if nomad is poetry, then Veronika was the page she is about to write herself upon.