{; I have such a gross crush on jess lowndes you don’t even know }

#doesn’t blame you at all #nope #not one bit

asleep–x:

       The loll of her head draws a cheek into the fray of blonde locks strewn about, having tumbled every which way not so earlier. It’s with hooded eyes she glances at the other, a hand still held from her, cradling and spinning and weaving webs of light in strings and bulb. It’s within those hooded eyes of crystalline blue that a smile lies, and eventually it even stretches across her lips. The stardust trapped within her vessel is something she has to contain most often, and yet still it resonates by casting a glowing grace about her, but now, when she let’s it free, or even a touch nearer the surface, it takes to shining in a brilliant cast of silvers and blues that purple as they vary.

                       And ever so quietly, sounds a voice almost foreign to her own. 
                     “Sometimes, I think so too—” But that’s not always the case.

               She shifted, angling herself to will both stormy hues to open wider and watch the light show more; brightening in her eyes were the specks of blue and green and silver. Her own essence was far from the other’s sort of light, she had a glow and a thrum of power – but it was not the other’s sort of beauty. Though, to Celeste? There was little to nothing in existence that did not hold some element of beauty or inspiration to her, and perhaps it stemmed from what she was – what she represented. Doomed to find loveliness, even in the darkest of places. Adjusting herself to let her arms settle with care beneath a carved cheek, a smile was slow to form as she continued to observe.

                              ❝It’s odd to see such things so close, I wish I could
                                shine that bright… —❞
                                             Her musing was subtle and shy as it escaped rosy lips.

asleep–x:

              In the darkness, she lies on the floor, pillows piled high near the crown of her head, quilts gathered to and fro, haphazardly flung about, under and over her limbs. In the darkness, her ivory skin glows, hums with the radiance of stars thrumming just underneath pale skin and fragile bones—When she holds her hand up, towards the ceiling, it casts a luminescence about the room. Eventually that glow collects as a ball of light when she wills it to, like the extraordinary illusionist she is. 

               The essence of Creativity had laid down not long ago beside the other as she now peeked one eye open; observant and intrigued by the stars she could see just shy of glowing bright beneath the other’s delicate flesh. It was beautiful to her to watch. A part of her craved to reach out and touch the other’s illusions which were displayed as though they were within a gallery for patrons to gawk and awe upon.

                              ❝— that’s quite lovely, you know…❞
                                                            Her voice was a pleased murmur. 

sharpenyourxteeth: