❝You're in ⊰ʟᴏᴠᴇ⊱ with a girl who is a forest fire wearing s k i n. From the right
angle you can watch the ѕмσкє coiling through the v e i n s at her wrist ⎯⎯⎯⎯  pretty as a summers day. ❞
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all made by me and are not for the taking
They say that every time one of your kind is born
the gods flip a coin.
They held their breath when you emerged from your mothers frail womb,
and haven’t breathed since.
For here was a girl of ravens hair
yet – ѕυηѕнιηє ѕкιη;
of eyes that held more ɢᴏʟᴅ than Braavos
– but still –
amethyst flecks shone through.
You were bright,
and brave,
and bold
…and then they b r o k e you.
The gods w e p t the day they kicked down your door,
sure it would be your d o w n f a l l .
Lions came to feast on the most brilliant star in the sky –
for the stags were now their allies, the dragons were extinct,
and they thirsted for any b l o o d they could find.
They didn’t know that it would scorch their throat as it went down,
they didn’t know it would leave them with burned lips
and a mouthful of ᴀ s ʜ ᴇ s.
They forgot that you cannot swallow the sun.
Here is the story of the coin that never stopped spinning.
She took Greatness and Madness to her bed and called them ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs.
– daylight streaming through the windows one day,
curtains closed the next.
The twins you were born under have names, darling;
life && death light && dark.
Both have taken a hand – you choose which one you let go of.
But take heed – you have e q u i l i b r i u m in your extremes,
there is strength there.
You choose when the coin stops spinning.
Your name is not your fate.
{{ Don’t let history books define you. }}