#poetryofcorpses

[pyrokineticwarrior]

"My love, you know you can tell me anything, right? We're confidants, and… friends, first and foremost, so I was wondering if— well, if there was something you wanted to tell me or get off your chest…"

Devlin sighed, his gaze shifting away from Arabella's earnest eyes. He appreciated her concern and the depth of their connection, but the weight of his unspoken burden held him back. He knew he couldn't fully open up about the haunting memories that plagued him, fearing that they would tarnish their relationship. Devlin wanted to protect her from the darkness that lurked within him, even if it meant keeping her in the dark about his own battles.

"My love, you're right," Devlin said, his voice tinged with a touch of sadness. "I agree we are confidants and friends, and I cherish that bond between us. But there are certain things... things that I struggle to put into words."

He paused, gathering his thoughts, before continuing. "But don't misunderstand me- it's not that I don't trust you or value your support. It's just that some memories from the war still haunt me, and sharing them might burden you as well. I don't want to bring that darkness into our lives."

Devlin's gaze returned to Arabella with a desire to shield her from the pain he carried. He decided to redirect the conversation, hoping to shift the focus away from his own struggles.

"Speaking of misunderstandings, let me tell you about Killian," Devlin said, his tone lightening slightly. "I was wrong to assume he was suspicious-looking. It turns out he's a genuinely caring brother, and I misjudged him. I think it's safe to say, we can't always trust our initial impressions?"

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[darkhearthorns]

"I'm sorry to... to interrupt you, husband, I know you are busy in your royals duties but, there is—there is something I need to know... Is there any reason why I'm not allowed to go to the enchanted forest anymore? I tried to go now but, Calico—he stopped me, he told me I can't go there... anymore."

"The enchanted forest holds great beauty and allure, but it is also a place of mystery and potential danger. The decision to restrict access to the forest was made out of concern for your safety, as well as the well-being of our realm."

Hopefully she will understand where he was coming from. He noted it was the first time his newlywed had approached him with a concern, and it felt like a pivotal moment. Before she rarely conversed, and he even started thinking she might resent him. This was a relief beyond words.

"Calico, as our trusted councilman and advisor, acts in accordance with my instructions to ensure the safety of our people, including you. However, it seems that there has been a lack of communication, and I apologize for any confusion or frustration this may have caused."

He tried to look into her eyes and have them meet gazes- but she wasn't looking for some reason. He then continued, conveying his sincerity and commitment to resolving the matter. Taking steps to resolve this should be his utmost concern.

"I will personally address this situation with Calico and give it the attention it deserves. We will discuss the reasons behind the restriction and explore possible alternatives to ensure your safety while allowing you the freedom you seek. Perhaps, if you go with me, it might not be such an issue. I'll protect you against the lurking dangers, Arabella."

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[mutatedangels-a]

@poetryofcorpses // soap x arabella

Soap leaned back against the chair, making sure that his wounded left ear was visible and accessible to the girl. If he was dealing with any other medic he wouldn't bother to be so considerate, but he knew that he wouldn't hear the end of it from Arabella if he wasn't a compliant patient.

Munching on a bag of chips, he kept his eyes fixed on the Squad outside of the medic tent, their shadows waxing and waning in the buzzing of their camp at night. Around them, maybe a hundred, if even, other soldiers worked like an army of bees. He wanted so badly to be part of the action—to know the next move once the sun rose in the sky.

Instead, he'd been ordered to stay back for at least a day or two to let his ear (and a few other things on him that had been gashed and at risk for infection) heal. Worse, he was under the charge of the bossiest nurse he'd ever met.

He took another bite of chips and looked over at the woman. Not for long, though. He didn't want her to think that he was being chummy with her. "Let's make this quick, doc." His neck felt wet with blood from his ear; it'd been grazed by a near-miss bullet, but he wasn't feeling any pain.

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@poetryofcorpses sent in a starter:

❣ (any of your choice 🥰) (was waiting for the correct time for them to interact)

My muse has been in a fight (and not fared very well) - send ❣ for them to react to your muse offering to patch them up.

Picking fights when he was feeling reckless was something Errol still hadn't learned not to do. It was like he was punishing himself for something. It was an impulse to bring himself physical pain to distract himself from emotional pain. And what better way to do that than to pick a fight with someone he couldn't possibly hope to win against.

At least not if he was fighting fair.

He'd gotten a couple dirty shots in at the last minute. It's probably what saved him from a worse fate in the end. He very easily could have wound up six feet under if he hadn't ended the fight when he did. Technically he'd won, since the other man gave up before he did.

But Errol didn't feel like a winner. He felt like shit. His lip was split, he had a black eye and a bloody nose, and he was fairly certain he had a few broken ribs. At the very least they were bruised pretty bad. His knuckles were bloody and bruised too, but not all of that blood was his own.

Worse than all of that was the concussion though. His ears were ringing and the world felt like it was spinning. The vertigo was causing him to feel nauseous and made him stumble as he tried to find his way back home. Errol wasn't even sure he was going the right way. He was just walking to keep from blacking out. Well... Walking might be too flattering a word to describe the way he stumbled around and had to hold on to the walls around him to keep from falling on his face.

He wasn't sure where he was anymore. Nothing looked familiar, and his vision was swimming enough that it made it difficult to tell if he was indoors or outside. There were lights, but they were too bright to look at for long, so he couldn't tell if they were indoor fixtures or city lights.

Finally his footing faltered more than he could correct it and Errol was sent tripping forward. Grabbing onto the first thing he could reach to try and stop himself from planting his face in the dirt, he ended up grasping at some sort of dark blob shaped thing to try and regain his balance.

Upon closer inspection it was a person.

"Fuck, m'sorry," he mumbled, hands on their shoulders as his knees gave out beneath him and he started to swerve to the side. His fingers slipped off of them and with another soft curse, he fell to the ground rather roughly.

"Damn it..." Shaky arms held him up, but only barely as he reached one hand up to wipe some of his own blood away from his face. Unable to hold himself up much longer after that, he laid down at the stranger's feet and looked up at them, seeing the lights spin around their head like stars on a dizzy cartoon character. Except he was the one that was dizzy.

He needed help. Opening his mouth to ask for it, something went haywire in his brain and instead of saying 'can you call an ambulance' or even just 'help me', he said something completely unrelated instead. "You're pretty."

[shadowoflegacy]

"Councilman Calico, I don't mean... to intrude with my question, and I— I apologize in advance for the interruption but, uh... I was wondering where I could find the books of the palace healers? I want to familiarize myself with the medical practices of the kingdom and…. I can't find any information anywhere, do you know why?"

The Princess Arabella, over here? She did not belong here, he thought. Nevertheless, he approached caution as he replied to her.

"Your highness, may I say- your desire to familiarize yourself with the medical practices of the kingdom is commendable. However, the absence of information on the palace healers was intentional. Such knowledge was closely guarded and shared only with those who had proven themselves trustworthy and dedicated to the well-being of the realm," he replied, hoping he can explain the significance and secrecy surrounding the palace healers' knowledge.

Calico then continued when it seemed as though she might be disappointed with his answer, so his voice softened slightly, "If you were genuinely interested in delving into this subject, I suggested you seek an audience with the esteemed Head Healer. She possesses the wisdom and authority to grant you insights into our healing traditions and practices."

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[whenweopenwerered]

🎥 ( THEATER ) (Soap) (maybe during a date with the squad? Idk to make it more dangerous /fun)

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For as well as the Reaper Squad got along and worked together, they only had a few common interests, and one of them was catching the next newest and biggest action movie as soon as it came out. Not everyone could fly into town for every single movie, though, so once in a while it had to just be a few members while the others caught their local showings internationally or just in another state. Soap had the pleasure (or pain?) of living close enough to Nancy and Eli that they could tag along whenever they felt like it, which usually Soap would love—but not tonight, when he was on a date with his new girlfriend, Bella.

“Leave them alone!” Nancy whisper-yelled at Eli, who’d been heckling the new couple from a few seats away during the previews. Thankfully she was there, Soap thought, to make sure the new couple was given some space to enjoy their date—especially since she and Eli sort of infiltrated it. On purpose, he figured.

Soap flicked a playful middle finger toward their way before they broke out in giggles. He rolled his eyes, then shot a somewhat apologetic look to Bella. “We can’t have any peace, it seems.” But it looked as if he didn’t need to apologize at all; she seemed to be in a good mood as she reached over and placed her hand atop his, likely in attempt to soothe him. He gave her a warm, grateful smile—that turned into an expression of slight panic, then surprised pleasure, when he felt her hand travel upward.

“Here. Are you cold?” He stopped her only for a brief moment, long enough for him to take his jacket off and drape it over her, giving them enough cover to do what they wanted.

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[iincantatorum]

what chess piece represents you?

for delia:

Black Knight

You are a Black Knight, the black sheep, the underdog. As the only piece that can jump over others, you can easily get yourself in and out of situations - always catching people off guard with your charisma and cunning. You move in the shadows, trading information with shady people, getting the upper hand through not always good methods. How far do you think this road can take you? For all your charisma or cunning, lies can only get you so far. One day, that mask you've put on will slip, and you'll be left defenseless. But until then, oh black knight, live like there's no tomorrow - because there might not be.

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for apollymi:

White Pawn

You are a white pawn. Don't let pawn be misleading, this means you're full of potential. Being the white piece and a pawn means you can have the first move on the board. Will you make a good first impression? For all the spotlight is on you, watching you go across the board on your long journey. Will you rely on those around you for support? For a pawn, for all its love and hope, can do little by itself. Not until it reaches the other side of the board and has its full potential realized. Who will you be at the end of your journey? Only time will tell.

Tagged by: @poetryofcorpses (she tagged apollymi) & @gretaphasmatosmartin (she tagged delia)

Tagging: you!

[pyrokineticwarrior]

[ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 ] : sender plants kisses on undressed receiver's scar/s.

"Baby Bella... you don't have to..."

Devlin stood there, vulnerable and exposed, as Arabella tenderly planted kisses on his undressed scars. Each time those soft, careful lips touched his scars, Devlin felt a deep connection with her. To him, it felt as though each soul-touching kiss carried a message of understanding and compassion, a silent acknowledgement of the battles he had fought both physically and emotionally.

Emotion welled up within Devlin as he closed his eyes, allowing himself to fully experience the tenderness of the moment. For too long, he held them back- out of fear of being judged or being unable to return to his normal self. He felt a sense of release, as if a weight he had been carrying for so long was being lifted, as he felt pressure in his once-broken nose too. Arabella's actions reassured him that he didn't have to hide his scars or bury his pain. Nor did he have to hide his tears- she was allowed to see them.

Gently, he reached out and cupped Arabella's face, his touch filled with tenderness and gratitude. His voice, laced with a raw vulnerability, trembled as he spoke, "thank you, Arabella. Thank you for taking me back, for seeing beyond the surface. Your acceptance and understanding mean more to me than words can express. I won't leave you... again."

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[pyrokineticwarrior]

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Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman, featured in The Letters Of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956

[Text ID: I know I’ll always think of you with something like hurt and nostalgia―and a great deal of love.]

[darkhearthorns]

💋 (btw i tied Sirena on a chair to be able to do this and Bella doesn't want to admit it this, but as their mother i should!)

send ‘💋’ if your muse thinks mine is kissable.

Arabella, supposedly found him kissable? He couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment and frustration, knowing that their relationship was far from the affectionate connection he had hoped for. Hmm. The fact that the information came through rumors of unknown origin only added to his suspicion.

He muttered under his breath, Rumors, always circulating like a wildfire. But what truth do they hold?

He pondered the situation, realizing that Arabella had been distant and seemingly resentful towards him. Their communication had been limited, leaving him with a sense of unease and uncertainty about their marriage.

Maverick was resolute, declaring, "I must seek the truth directly from Arabella herself. No more relying on whispers and hearsay."

With a determined stride, Maverick made his way to find Arabella, determined to address the growing distance between them and confront the rumors head-on. He found her in their shared chambers, her expression seeming guarded when noticing his presence.

"Arabella, we need to talk," he began to speak, keeping his tone gentle yet firm. "I heard rumors about your perception of me, but I want to hear it from you directly. Is it true? Do you find me kissable?"

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[mutatedangels-a]

I wouldn't have it any other way, Heaven knows a sinner needs a saint. Oh but when I've been at my most ugly, I hate the way you love me. ♩ ♫ ♬

quinn x arabella // @poetryofcorpses

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@poetryofcorpses sent in a starter:

sshhh, come here… (for Alma)

Alma was in the midst of a panic attack. There was too much going on at once, too much sensory overload. It was overwhelming him to the point that he had started hyperventilating. His eyes darted around the crowded area as he tried to focus on just one sound at a time and failed.

The street outside full of cars in traffic, people having conversations around him, the music playing from the radio of the cafe they were in, machines beeping and whirring behind the counter, the ringing of a cell phone, the ticking of a clock on the wall - it was all too much noise. Not to mention the strong scent of coffee, and the brightness of the sun shining through the windows from outside. Normally he would be able to handle it all, but when he was already on edge, it made it so much worse.

Alma was supposed to meet Arabella for coffee or tea. They'd both agreed on it. He had arrived first, but his anxiety started eating away at him the longer he waited for her. He didn't meet new people often, and he already liked Arabella. So fear of messing it up was making him nervous to the point of having a break down. It didn't help that he was under a lot of stress all the time anyways. This was just the last thing he could take before breaking down.

Alma put his hands over his ears and squeezed his eyes shut, leg bouncing as he sat in a booth at the cafe waiting for Arabella. He tried to block out all the stimulus he could, but it wasn't working. Until he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see that Arabella had arrived.

His hands dropped from his ears so he could hear her speak to him soothingly. It seemed she noticed something was wrong. "I'm sorry," Alma instantly apologized. "I'm fine, really. I promise." He was lying, but he didn't want her to worry or think poorly of him. Plastering on a forced smile, Alma glanced around the cafe again before looking at Arabella. "Erm, I know I asked you to meet me here, but do you think we could go somewhere more quiet for a bit?"

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Rubbing his eyes, he then shook his head, "nah it's alright, I should have remembered that there was gonna be a flash. I got too used to talking pics on my camera."

He smiled warmly at the thought of it. A happy couple. Perhaps one day they could be.

"Sorry about the flash, I should have warned you..." Bella regretted apologetically. She quickly checked the picture on the camera screen, they looked good, they looked cute, they looked like a couple in love.

"Look..." She showed Devlin the picture smiling, "We look like a happy couple here..."

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[pyrokineticwarrior]

[Text:] i found these and wanted to share it with you. I know you like silly things just as i do!

Devlin smiles as he receives the text from Arabella, appreciating the lightheartedness of the funny memes. He quickly types out his response, aiming to maintain the playful and friendly tone they've been cultivating:

[text] Hey Arabella! These memes are hilarious! 😄 Made me laugh out loud before bed. Thanks for brightening up my evening. Looking forward to more adventures and laughs with you.

Devlin presses send, hoping his response conveys his genuine enjoyment of the memes and his excitement to continue building their rekindled friendship. He sets his phone aside, feeling grateful for the connection they're reestablishing and eagerly anticipating what their future holds. He should sleep, but he was going to be lying if he didn't admit he was waiting for his phone to buzz, for a response back.

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[darkhearthorns]

The First Conversation || Maverick & Arabella @poetryofcorpses

As Maverick, the dragon prince of the Moorlands, awaited the arrival of Princess Arabella, his heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and curiosity. Little did he know of the hidden turmoil that dwelled within the delicate princess. Arabella, her tear-stained cheeks hidden beneath a veil of sorrow, approached him, her eyes filled with a silent plea for understanding.

She appears so sorrowful, as if her heart bears a heavy burden. Is it merely wedding jitters, or is there something deeper that troubles her? I must approach her with kindness and compassion, for it is the foundation upon which any marriage should be built.

"Princess Arabella, I am honored to finally meet you on this auspicious day. May I say, your radiance outshines the sun itself."

Arabella, her voice laced with a delicate tremor, forced a gentle smile. "Thank you, Prince Maverick. Your kind words warm my heart."

"Please, call me Maverick. Today is a day of unity, and I wish for us to be open and honest with each other. We are embarking on a journey together, after all."' Maverick's gaze softened as he noticed the hints of sorrow in Arabella's eyes. "Arabella, forgive me if I overstep, but I sense a sadness within you. Is there something troubling your heart?"

Arabella's heart skipped a beat, panic intertwining with her desire to shield him from her dark secret. How can I reveal the truth without causing him pain? I must deflect his concern, for his happiness must come first.

"It is merely the emotions that come with such a momentous occasion, your highness. Please, do not worry yourself."

Maverick's concern remained evident, his gaze unwavering. He spoke out, "Arabella, I want you to know that I am here for you, now and always. Our marriage may be arranged, but that does not diminish my commitment to your well-being. If ever you need a shoulder to lean on or a confidant in times of darkness, I want to be that person for you."

Arabella internally thought, his words are like a balm to my wounded soul. How I wish I could confide in him, share the burden that weighs upon me. But I must protect him from the truth, for his own sake.

"Thank you, Maverick. Your words bring comfort to my troubled heart. I am grateful for your support."

As they continued with the pre-wedding rituals, Arabella's secret gnawed at her, threatening to consume her from within. The fae council and their families observed the proceedings with a mixture of solemnity and anticipation.

A Fae Council Member spoke out, "Prince Maverick and Princess Arabella, the time has come to partake in the sacred ritual of the chalice of life. It symbolizes the union of your souls and the binding of your destinies. Through this act, may you find strength, love, and everlasting life."

The chalice of life... a symbol of unity and eternal love. If only my past did not cast such a dark shadow upon me. But I must embrace this moment and pray that our union brings light to both our lives, Arabella thought to herself.

Maverick's gaze met Arabella's, searching for a connection, a glimpse into her soul. "Arabella, as we approach this sacred moment, let us take strength in each other. Whatever challenges lie ahead, we shall face them together, bound by our commitment and duty."

Oh, if only he knew how fragile our union truly is. But in his eyes, I see a glimmer of hope, a possibility for a brighter future. I must hold onto that hope and protect it at all costs.

Arabella responded, "yes, prince Maverick. Together, we shall face whatever comes our way, drawing strength from the union we share."

And with that, they approached the chalice of life, their hands trembling but intertwined. As they drank from the sacred vessel, their destinies merged, forever entwined in a union that held both the promise of love and the weight of hidden secrets.