Enki Just Got Called Out

Enki just got called out

kiS S ? ?? ???? ??? smooch the cheek fran

FIRST FIVE ASKS GET A KISS // ( 4 more )

           girlish giggle, cheeks a rosy pink ( uncharacteristic to feel so playful when touch was so foreign toward a proclaimed monster ). They are too kind, a figure much like herself - one created with a purpose but thrown away when deemed unfulfilling. 

she is not so bold in return ( inexperienced far more than most ), but leans in &. allows her lips to brush against their cheek, barely that of a feather but a gesture she would happily return. they smell of earth &. rain, soothing &. warm like summer. 

when she pulls awake, frankenstein lightly bumps their shoulder with her own, a smile tugging at her lips. if no one would have guessed, it seemed like they had just made her entire day; maybe the idea of a small kiss wasn’t such a bad thing after all. 

* ∘ ∙ — soft sentence starters

tw for toxic relationships & self hatred  /  change pronouns as necessary

“the rain washes not just the earth, but our souls as well”

“tell me i’m cute, tell me i’m worthy”

“you imagine what you desire”

“i know i screw up a lot but please don’t leave”

“forget the entire world with me”

“i try to suffocate the feelings before they can suffocate me”

“you have a right to be here”

“the story is yet to come”

“the universe created you for a reason”

“there is an ache in my heart that never goes away”

“be gentle with yourself”

“i am a fish in a net, still living”

“for you i’d bleed myself dry”

“don’t burn yourself up to give others light”

“i love you, i love you, i love you”

“i want to kiss you until the world completely stops”

“i want to lay in a lot of tall grass where no one can see me and i can stare at the sky in peace”

“is it just me or does the whole world suck”

“i wish i could love myself”

“hold me, please. i’m not ready to face the world”

“my thoughts drip out of my skull, into my eyes & down my cheeks”

“a breathtaking epiphany surrounded by tragedy”

“i spend my nights overthinking & imagining scenarios that will never happen”

“the dark is comforting”

“keep those you love inside of you with memories”

“i’m in love with everything connecting me to this existence”

“he doesn’t consume me—i consume myself”

“i can’t bare the thought of my reality”

“are you happy with the life you’re living?”

“you are a child of the universe”

“i will ask nobody’s forgiveness again”

☆ I’ll sing you to sleep by rrrrrrice ☆ republished with permission ☆ don’t repost

Groans and hugs them, burying his face into their hair. He's tired and needs cuddles to recharge.

Enkidu found their most peaceful moments tucked in the back of a garden, amongst the plants with soil beneath their fingers.  They were a creation of the earth  —  clay  —  and time fostered amongst its most simple lives still rings true.  There is a sense of peace when the light lays low  (  still shining through the leaves  )  as they keep to themselves.

There are not many in this place they are prone to seek out. 

Stillness broken by the sound of footsteps.  They did not bother to look up  (  over  )  to acknowledge the approach.  Just the tilt of their head, hand moving to lightly grasp his shirt.  A commonplace; this ritual.  Seeking a refuge from the chaotic mess of life amongst the others.  From hard won fights and mended skin.  Enkidu was more than willing to allow the other respite in their presence  —  the face tucked into their hair accepted with a hum.  Posture moving to bring the caster into a more comfortable position  (  their own head tucked right alongside  ).  The others tired distress not hard to feel, grasped in gentle hands as Enkidu’s fingers combed through snow with head on shoulder.  The song murmuring out in its own hushed crescendo. 

Moments stolen not much, but enough.

can you tell me a Story?     what kind of a Story do you want me to tell?     ( i am so full of Stories sometimes it feels like i am made of nothing else. i will give them to you, one by one, until there is nothing left in me. )   tell me about the brightest boy you ever knew.      bright can mean a lot of things. bright like gold, like dawn, like stars…      ( even cannon fire and muzzle flares and sword glints are bright in the darkest nights. )   you can choose. it’s your Story. i don’t mind.      okay. i’ll tell you a story about the brightest Boy i ever knew.      ( it doesn’t matter anyway; they’re all about the same Boy. it’s always been about the same Boy. )   does it have a happy ending?      if i tell you now, it’ll ruin the Story.      ( there is no ending because i refuse to call this Story finished. i am still hoping that it finds a happy ending somewhere beyond the apocalypse. )   fine. i’m listening.      once upon a time, there was a Boy with fool’s gold for hair and dawn in his blood.     ( and i couldn’t stop him from burning up with the fire in his heart. but he was beautiful when he burned. )

and for a moment, the world was too. ( j.p. ) || insp. (via pencap)