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A bit of poetry-prose for many of those I care so deeply about.
SHE DRIFTED
Followed close by the violin play
White fox with an ice-blue stare,
Voice could the hardest heart sway
Humming. Soft violin.
Trickling water.
The sound of being underwater.
Ocean salt, collected past the gills.
Shi was there, soft, lovely, beautiful. Dani, gentle, intersex, carrying within her the power of an ocean goddess, temperamental, dangerous, and powerful. Elodia knew she was safe in Dani's current; where it was cold, the currents would warm, where she grew weak, the flow would pull her strong. Dani kissed her, and
she drifted...
lost in the currents, she would remember where the sea witch dwelt. A hyena of sea green hair, Kali. Deep beneath the waves, dancing lights from silvery waves outside, a blue fire warms. She laid back in a soft bed, eyes on shimmering waves.
she drifted...
The kingdom of Salacia Grimaude. Hot with hellfire, but it would never burn Elodia; she was welcome at the court of the Demon of Pride. A warm embrace to show hellfire did not need to burn.
She drifted...
The deep underground lair of Arachnid. Dark, damp, wet. Cold fear and hard sacrifice. Stripped to bare skin, and then injected with dissolving venom. Poured from the maw into a new vessel, with the shell of the Eight Pillars of the World.
She drifted...
Ronja of dancing waters. Elodia played for her, sang for her, danced with her, meals by scenic shrines in the woods, with reverent respect for the natural world around them. Healing waters, gentle kisses, soft warmth.
She drifted...
An Umbreon, dangerous red eyes, glint of spectacles. Intelligence, strength, and power in a single frame; playing with his moon amulet. Soft kisses with toxic exchange. Moonlight Penumbra. She lost herself in his red, and drifted in liquid focal pools.
She drifted...
Emerald pastures, soft breeze. The sound of bleating. Soft wool in her hand; the comfort of sheep. Always there, always loving, with genuine softness. Always willing to be a soft pillow, even for a hard head. Among the clouds
She drifted...
Every person a home
Every home in her heart
And
Her
Heart
Swelled
SHE DRIFTED
Followed close by the violin play
White fox with an ice-blue stare,
Voice could the hardest heart sway
Humming. Soft violin.
Trickling water.
The sound of being underwater.
Ocean salt, collected past the gills.
Shi was there, soft, lovely, beautiful. Dani, gentle, intersex, carrying within her the power of an ocean goddess, temperamental, dangerous, and powerful. Elodia knew she was safe in Dani's current; where it was cold, the currents would warm, where she grew weak, the flow would pull her strong. Dani kissed her, and
she drifted...
lost in the currents, she would remember where the sea witch dwelt. A hyena of sea green hair, Kali. Deep beneath the waves, dancing lights from silvery waves outside, a blue fire warms. She laid back in a soft bed, eyes on shimmering waves.
she drifted...
The kingdom of Salacia Grimaude. Hot with hellfire, but it would never burn Elodia; she was welcome at the court of the Demon of Pride. A warm embrace to show hellfire did not need to burn.
She drifted...
The deep underground lair of Arachnid. Dark, damp, wet. Cold fear and hard sacrifice. Stripped to bare skin, and then injected with dissolving venom. Poured from the maw into a new vessel, with the shell of the Eight Pillars of the World.
She drifted...
Ronja of dancing waters. Elodia played for her, sang for her, danced with her, meals by scenic shrines in the woods, with reverent respect for the natural world around them. Healing waters, gentle kisses, soft warmth.
She drifted...
An Umbreon, dangerous red eyes, glint of spectacles. Intelligence, strength, and power in a single frame; playing with his moon amulet. Soft kisses with toxic exchange. Moonlight Penumbra. She lost herself in his red, and drifted in liquid focal pools.
She drifted...
Emerald pastures, soft breeze. The sound of bleating. Soft wool in her hand; the comfort of sheep. Always there, always loving, with genuine softness. Always willing to be a soft pillow, even for a hard head. Among the clouds
She drifted...
Every person a home
Every home in her heart
And
Her
Heart
Swelled
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