#otp: liana x hutton

[illusionswrites]

You are a hunger. A moment left pristine in the time map of my mind. I have already baptized your loss in the salt water of my tears. Thought this would make me forget you, for you were never a feast, you were just a craving that never ever sated me. I have talked myself out of you in every way I know how. Found a different love to feed my love, yet they tasted bland. You were a flavor of ache and fullness. And for a while I have been able to forget this gnawing at the pit of my heart-stomach for you. Still, at night, the darkness comes for me. Still at night I hunger. And yet I know I am hungry for something that does not exist. Hungry for something we will never be.

“Hunger” from Your Heart Is The Sea by Nikita Gill

[illusionswrites]

When Theseus left me I was not surprised; he did not want a girl who could draw blood in brutal ways, for remorselessness is only seen as pretty on men. He was too mortal for me anyway, and I have spent too much time in the company of darkness to become wholesome when my quiet comes from the corners of a labyrinth that holds the bones of many heroes like him.

excerpt from “Ariadne” from Great Goddesses by Nikita Gill

[illusionswrites]

everything started to make sense once i learned that you don't need to be caught underneath an ill-tempered wave in order to drown. i'm talking about how it feels when your fingers are twisted in my long, blackwater hair, pulling just enough to hurt. pulling just enough for me to not want you to stop.

dry drowning. the mermaid’s voice returns in this one by amanda lovelace.