#{ .she has the moon on her mind; that’s why stars spill off her lips → CONVOS.

[ingridhalseth]

“I’ve never delved into horror as a genre, but I’ve read a lot of thriller and mystery novels over the years. I like being at the edge of my seat when I read a story,” Ingrid explained, a small smile curling across her lips at the young man’s enthusiasm. For her, it was always refreshing to meet other readers who were as passionate about literature as she was, and it seemed that the stranger was well-versed in not just Stephen King’s works, but the horror genre as a whole. “What can I say? I’m a sucker for a good psychological thriller. If a story makes me think about it even after finishing it, it’s a great read in my opinion.”

Truth to be told, Ingrid was starting to feel curious about the kind of books the young man facing her read in his spare time. Not just within the realms of horror and thriller, but also outside of that. “Now, I’m intrigued. What would you say are his best works to date? Which ones stood out to you the most?” She asked, wanting to know more about not just King’s work, but also what touched the stranger on a more personal level. Ingrid was always entertained when she talked to fellow readers about their favorite works of a specific author and why.

Out of all the places in town Theo had missed while inside, the library was the one he had often thought of and missed the most. Not because he had been here much as a teen and young adult, but because of the wide range of selection. In prison the selection was far more limited and they did not have a lot of multiples. In the public library though they had more than three of almost every non rare title. It was almost incomprehensible to him that this kind of range and density of books could exist all in one place. Previous in life Theo had cared little for books or gaining knowledge trough reading. But as he had read a lot while serving his sentence, he was now and avid reader and found it a decent way to pass the time.

Checking out a new title he had recently read a couple of decent reviews of, he was surprised to be interrupted by a beautiful brunette. "Stephen King? God he's amazing! One very important question though, do you like it darker? Because this would definitely be a decent place to start if you just want to figure out if you like his writing and the horror genre. If you do not care for horror or thriller fiction, I would try one or two shorts in this and see. But if you are not open too then it's really just not for you." He said, trying to explain but also curious if this was her kind of book genre. Personally he had loved the darker and psychological aspects of the books.

[dreamysnowangel444]

"She has the moon in her mind, that's why stars spill off of her lips" ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚✧･

[thebookofpisces]

she has the moon in her mind, that's why stars spill off her lips.

[be-on-your-way]

"She has moon in her mind, that's why stars spill off her lips "⚡🙂‍↔️moon.

[evanspresso]

she has the moon in her mind, that’s why stars spill off her lips.

note: a glimpse into the way they love.

Listen to that heated love

She wore moonlight like lingerie he thought. He scanned her soft features when looked up at the stars from where she was sitting, dangling her legs into the pool.

From where he swam he could see the way her legs swished through the water, her legs wet and her cheeks flushed as she took another sip of her wine. Evan’s muscles flexed while he moved his body against the water to get closer to her.

She bit her lip watching him swim towards her, his eyes boring into hers after scanning them over her body. “How’s the water?” She asks.

“Lonely.”

Y/n shivers at the way his voice rasps, the way it travels making butterflies erupt in her stomach as he heads her way.

Y/n’s heart flutters- feeling his fingertips caress her skin that’s under the water before he trails his hands up onto her thighs, spreading her legs so he can fit in between her just as perfect as he always does. This time she nearly gasps as she feels his hot breath fan against her sensitive skin.

“Come out then.” She trembled, running her fingers through his damp hair while she watches him smirk. “It’s lonely out here without you.”

Y/n holds her breath as he places his lips against her left knee, traveling them towards her inner thigh while his eyes challenge hers.

Y/n presses her lips together as she watched her boyfriend while her with his muscular arms and his toned chest. She can’t help but gasp as she feels his lips grace the inside of her thigh causing her to jump slightly as he brings his hands to grip into her hips.

“That’s no fun.” He playfully pouts. “Come join me.” He nips at her thigh again, making her squirm in his hold.

“It getting cold Evan, let’s just go inside and light the fireplace.”

Evan shakes his head no, dipping his fingertips into her squishy hips causing her to inhale sharply while he stands up tall. “I’ll keep you warm princess.”

Before she knows it he’s got his wet arms around her waist, pulling her into his chest and down into the water with him. They both gasp at the cool water covering them with ice cold kisses as she wraps her arms around his neck to cling into him for warmth and wrapping her legs around his torso.

“I’m still not warm.” She teased, placing her hand on his jaw to make him look at her.

He playfully rolls his eyes before dipping down to kiss her lips softly. Evan smiles against her lips, feeling her tighten her legs around him causing him to back up into the wall of the pool, the water swishing all around them as he moved.

The only thing that can be heard in the sounds if night around them are their lips dancing with one another and the water that covers them in their own personal and private cocoon.

She smiles before doing her favorite trick that always made him stirs Evan nearly saw stars as she unexpectedly pulled away from his lips causing his jaw to fall open fell open for more, watching y/n as she sucksonto his bottom lip before fully pulling away.

“You’re dangerous tonight.” He observed. “You underestimate the things I’d to to you right here. Right now.” He said making her shift herself against his hold.

He grunts into her neck making her nearly purr in his ear- his eyes growing dark while he turned them around to her back was against the wall.

He watches her shiver under his hold and he couldn’t help but kiss her cheek before nipping at her ear causing her to squeal out into a giggle.

“Can you warm me up now?” She nearly pleads.

[museinkco]

She has the moon in her mind, that's why stars spill off her lips.

[floralpoeticss]

She has the moon in her mind, that's why stars spill off her lips.

[m00nbap]

She has the moon in her mind, that’s why stars spill off her lips. 🪐 満月があなたを愛しているなら、どうして星のことを心配するの? 𓈒 ☆ ࣪ ࣭ ✦ 🍵 ｡ ﾟ ･ ⋆ ♡ or ↺ if save !

[maethinks]

"Why?"

She woke up and put her mask on Morning and afternoon, The sun rays kissed her face Only to be restricted by the mask she wore "Why?", The sun asked her She stayed silent, her eyes threatening to spill In the evening she gave it a rest And took her mask off She sang, she danced, and she wrote At night she went outside, And let the starlight shine on her body Her lips held a faint smile She reached out with her hands as if she could touch the moon "Why?", The moon asked her "I love you, even with all your imperfections, you shine so brightly", she replied "I only shine because of the stars", the moon told her She looked at the stars twinkling against the dark sky "The stars are beautiful", she breathed “I wish I were that beautiful”, she whispers inwardly “Why?”, the stars asked “Because that is the sad reality of the world, We’re born beautiful, but we are convinced we are not” The night was her safe place When no one could see her And she could turn off the light in her room To stay away from the mirror Always looming around the corner Whispering to her To look at herself in the harsh light And discover new flaws As her mind goes farther and farther Into the dark corner, she has been living in.

[hyoul]

She has the moon in her mind, that's why stars spill off her lips.

[19th-aesthetic]

" She has the moon in her mind, that's why stars spill off her lips." 🖤

- Unknown

[vicioussensitiverobot]

she has the moon in her mind, that's why stars spill off her lips

[lilykincade]

She has the moon in her mind, that's why stars spill off her lips 🌙

[earthangel48]

"she has the moon in her mind, that's why stars spill off her lips."

[etruatcaelum]

Yet more tension strings itself down her back when the soft murmurings of the girl’s semblance nudge against the bounds of her mind. Misty pleas and wax-drippings of sympathy, that blurry coercive edge more vaporous than before. Don’t be sad. Don’t be angry—as if anything could ever be okay while the blade still rests upon Remnant’s throat. Salem pours the dark gall of her bitterness back into its reservoir even as it rises, and the thin smile twitching over her lips as she presses the girl out of her head is only a little poisoned.

(Her sorrow runs deep and cold as the glacial light that spills from the moon’s jaws; her fury howls within her of the witching rage in the scorched-black spaces between stars, of fire, of ashes and dust. She has never known how to be anything else but what she is.)

The girl’s apologies froth and churn, surf against stone, confused and scattering. Salem listens, and doesn’t quite flinch when the girl touches her—though she stills, holding her breath, waiting for it to be over. Her skin shivers with unease.

“It is,” she says at length, voice low and fried for lack of air as she glances to meet the too-earnest look the girl’s giving her, “more… tangled than that. I–”

She cuts herself off, shaking her head, and steps away to resume the sedate pace of before. The girl will find it all less overwhelming to digest once her hunger has been sated; and words have always come to her more easily in motion, even before the grimm.

“We were married,” Salem mutters. It’s a sour thing to admit, long since bled of any pleasant memories by the soul-deep cut of their lies, but she finds a venomous satisfaction in saying it, too. They try so hard to pretend it never happened. “Ozma and I, before they told me what their god had commanded them to do. I…” Her mouth thins. What she said that night had unraveled even as she spoke, a chaos of dread and desperate despair, but she remembers what she meant. “…refused. The Brothers will never set foot on Remnant while I live, I swore that long ago. We fought.”

The last word is a curt sickle-edged thing, forged from blood and quenched in fire. Salem sinks her talons into her palm, and takes a breath, and presses the shattered pieces of that night back down into the abyss.

“I don’t know,” she says with a touch of self-deprecation, “why they lie. Ozpin, Osiander, all the others who came before; the surface changes, but Ozma is always the same, and they always keep secrets. So here we are.” She glances sideways, eyes half-lidded. “Beacon was only the first move. Oz has been waging a silent war against my existence for lifetimes; I mean to end it.”

as she listens (is told to do so and does it, without question), coco's enraptured by all of salem's implications. the latter is more intelligent, more powerful, and like she’d said, old. what does coco know in comparison? what has her loyalty to beacon earned her? if mercury and emerald hadn't showed up, she'd be on the first bullhead back to atlas. no one was going to save her from that, and all claims of wanting to help her feel hollow with that knowledge. no one was going to stand between her and being a commodity again, despite promises to the contrary--but maybe salem would. even if she doesn't, at least she's upfront about it all.

true, ozpin has charisma enough to charm a bird out of its feathers. but that hadn’t been what had won over a seventeen year old coco to them—it had been the approval. the desperation for a hint of kindness. salem's gentle tone scratches that itch well enough, and like magic, fault lines grow over her memories, marring them with malicious intent. how easy it probably was, she thinks, disgusted with herself for her stupidity, salem's anger and sorrow bleeding into coco's own mind. a lonely, needy girl with no guardian or home to go back to, willing to be pointed in any direction by the right hand, inflicting chaos when requested and never questioning anything. coco wishes someone had told her about any of it—the relics, salem, whatever ozma is. she'd have cared. she'd have helped. she hates that this woman she barely knows is the first to consider doing so.

coco wonders what happened to salem in her youth, if she was also a lonely girl in need of rescue once. suggestion tries to wrap around salem like a warm blanket: please don't be sad. please don't be angry. it's okay now.

her brows pitch down in contrition, sympathy. “i...i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to make you upset. of course you tried to help, i shouldn't...” shame colors her cheeks. "i'm really sorry. i guess i'm just processing it all. it blows, honestly, to realize all of this....stuff. all the shit no one bothered to tell me while i'm killing myself out there on assignments. and..." more questions pepper at her mind, but coco tries to organize them, to sound as elegant and smart as salem does to her own ear. "i'm just trying to understand why no one would tell us. about anything. or you. why keep it hush hush?"

coco frowns. "you just wanted to help." she can understand that. "it didn't work, and ozpin's...pissed at you, because you couldn't cure it? that doesn't make any sense. and that's not your fault, salem. i'm sorry." coco’s emboldened by salem’s touch and reaches out to touch her in turn, her warm palm hesitantly resting against salem's arm. salem's vulnerability pings coco's huntress instinct to protect, no matter the cost. "i know i don't understand everything yet, um. but i wanna help you. if i can." same dog, same tricks, scratching at strangers' doors to get out of the rain until someone, anyone, opens up.

[solarisshiftingstories]

points at you repeat after me: im gonna shift!! i got this!! i can shift, and i have before!! shifting is so easy, and i can shift whenever i want!! hell yeah!! now go drink some water, eat something if you haven't in a while, and make reality your bitch!