#wolf and lamb

[lorelune]

hybrid blade who is leashed in public, always. it's a rare occurrence to go out and take him with you (as he, a tall, brooding wolf hybrid becomes quite the spectacle). he doesn't fight you when you hook the leash in the ring of his collar with shaking hands. you see a flash of the tag, his name on the front, your name and contact information on the back. the metal is scratched up from how often blade fidgets with it, whether it's on or off of his neck.

however obedient blade is in private, he is a menace in public. he looms over you, lingering a step behind you, orbiting you with each step. he growls when anyone looks at you for too long. you don't need to hold the leash tight, but you wind it around your palm anyways. you worry the leather of it. you see the look blade garners, you see the looks he gives bystanders to your relationship. venemous and angry, even at a distance. god forbid they come within six feet of you.

these jaunts are kept short for your own sake.

by the time you're home, you're worn and stress from having to gently cow blade's instinct. knowing when to click your tongue when he growls, flinching when he bares his teeth at you. you end up with bruises on your wrist and waist from how he likes to touch and keep you close. it's too much, but what could you do about it? how are you to stop a wolf who has decided that you are to be the treat within his jaws at will?

blade always keeps you in bed after an outing. you're always-- so tired. blade says you smell that way. he also makes a few other barbed comments about your scent. you don't smell like you-- you smell like the stores you wandered in. the checkout clerk who brushed her fingers against yours when you handed her coins to pay for pastries and drinks for you and blade. you smell like the perfume of a well-dressed man who eyed you for too long, and walked a little too close.

blade can't have that. you know this.

he'll keep you in bed, yours or his, until he decides you smell enough like home again. his home.

[shadowhaert]

when the lamb loves the wolf

hélène cixious / u.k / pierre corneille / agustín gómez-arcos / konstantin korobov / hélène cixous / u.k / amy j. richardson

[lovelylambi]

i'll be the sweetest lamb for you; most gentlest as you eat me away. flesh and bones. marrow and soul. your canine teethe sinking deeply into my flesh—severing me whole as your mouth drips with my blood. all because i want you to love me. to fill your stomach with me. to taste me and eat every last bit of me.

[metalichotchoco]

Reverse kindred blast!

[olivescales3]

[elysiumwhispers]

Why didnt you warn me? Warn me when i met you i was a lamb, you were a wolf.

Why did you lead me? Your perfect sweet obedient lamb

to the slaughter.

[loveletterstoadirtybastard]

In desperation, the lamb becomes a wolf. It rips off the skin and wears it as its own. Now it is feared. Not only because it is a wolf, But because it has BECOME a wolf.

- A.N.B.C

[3dygma]

Again

@coopster3d 's reverend on the left 💞

[mickopara]

Kindred Spirit 🐺🐑🏹

[your-modern-sappho]

When a Lamb becomes a Wolf…

Oh gentle mother

I am not the lamb you once bore

I am something ugly and vile and diseased

I have grown fangs in my soft maw

And claws have overtaken smooth hooves

And no matter how I try to dislodge them, to rip them from my flesh

They’re never going away

And for that, I could never be more sorry

[imnotasadpersononline64]

The lamb looked at the wolf and asked, “Dear wolf, why can I hear your tears from the mountaintops?”

The wolf turned his head and glanced at the lamb's smallest of curls.

With a loud voice, The wolf speaks , “Little lamb,why do the prettiest of blooms wilt away?”

The lamb darts his eyes at the wolf's sharpest of teeth.

And began to talk.

“Dear wolf, why must you weep for few a blooms when more will born again?”

The wolf bore silent with thought.

After a moment he spoke with a growl.

“Little lamb, how can new blooms replace what has been lost?” The wolf bared his teeth.

The lamb chuckled at The Wolf’s query. “Dear wolf, the answer is not to substitute what has been lost,” The Lamb explains, “it is to bear new memories with the new blossoms.”

[importantkidspyfarm]

This is exactly up my alley.

If I were a teen, I'd be watching this on repeat.

It's so melodramatic.

This is the second southern European movie with ghostly pale, white-haired people. Is that an omen or some folk tale over there. I think little Adeline is the actress who played Tina in Tin + Tina

But like, I love how soft Rigel is with Nica.

Stop. Calling. Her. Moth.

He looks so much like Michael Jackson.

Too many metaphors!

I love Anna. I wish we'd seen more of her and Norman.

The father did that on purpose. They were on an open two lane road. He could've moved left or right and gotten out of dodge. He had ample time and space.

If I had a penny for every time I wondered where the parents were, I'd have a dollar. They just let these horny teens have free reign of their house.

Lionel is so up in arms about them being siblings. Like, why? Nica and Rigel have been friends for a decade before the idea of them being siblings even existed.

I wish she'd have saved herself from Lionel. Then Rigel comes in and finishes him off.

I can't believe I, of all people, am saying this, but it needs to be two hours. So much is missing and unanswered.

And no, I'm not reading the book.

Don't kiss people in their sleep.

Lionel can choke.

[intertwinedquotes]

You can take it anywhere, I assure you I will take it further.

i n t e r tw i n e d Quotes

[lovelylambi]

you're the wolf and i'd let you tear your way to my heart

[nebulaoz]

sacrifical lamb.

giggles i love this and tv girl

[n-morgentau]

Rote Flaggen

Meine Mama hat mich nie vor Jungs wie dir gewarnt – doch ich wünschte, sie hätte es getan.

So hätte mein Herz deinetwegen nicht so viel Schmerz erfahren.

Vielleicht wäre ich vorsichtiger gewesen – hätte deine Absichten nie falsch gelesen, dein wahres Wesen sofort erkannt und nie geglaubt, dass uns etwas verband.

Ich wünschte, ich hätte deine Spiele und Lügen von Anfang an durchschaut – die roten Flaggen schrien so laut.

Doch ich habe in die andere Richtung geschaut und Luftschlösser der Hoffnung erbaut.

Nun sitze ich hier – mit gebrochenem Herzen – und fühle diese tiefen Schmerzen.

Denn die bittere Wahrheit ist, du warst kein Junge, warst ein gestandener Mann, und ich das hilflose, unschuldige Lamm.