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Kelly CreaghStichwörter: varen isobel-lanley
Is — is any of this real?" she asked. "Are you real?"
He lifted a hand to her cheek, his fingers brushing her jaw.
"Even if this is a dream," he whispered, "I'm not."
Isobel's eyes widened, recognizing those words as her own, the same ones she had once uttered to him. She reached for him, her arms twining around his neck, drawing him closer so his scent poured over her, that combination of incense, citrus, and dried leaves overriding the funeral funeral smell of the crowding flowers.
"Don't leave," she breathed.
"I'm here," he whispered. "Right here. Waiting.
Stichwörter: isobel varen-nethers
He clutched the watch hard in his fist, determined to destroy it, to prove that it couldn't be real. That she hadn't come here because of him, for him.
That he hadn't done what he knew he had.
Stichwörter: lost-love dreamland isobel varen-nethers
Sleep now a little while
Till within our dreams we wake
Unfolding our Forever
If only for Never’s sake
And take me to your ever after
Let’s hide behind our eyes
Together pour through that door
Where autumn never dies
And I’ll sift my sands to your side
Before we slip away
Before we’re little more than silt
Beneath the rocking waves
And side by side we’ll fight the tide
That sweeps in to take us down
And hand in hand we’ll both withstand
Even as we drown.
Stichwörter: lullaby isobel dreamworld
I keep telling myself
That you’re
just a girl.
Another leaf blown across my path
Destined to pass on
And shrivel into yourself
Like all the others.
Yet despite my venom
You refuse to wither
Or fade.
You remain golden throughout,
And in your gaze I am left to wonder if it is me alone
Who feels the fall.
Stichwörter: love poetry varen isobel
To Madeline,
This subtle second self
Sheaf of me
Can do more than you ever could.
Like you, it can leave
And go
Somewhere else.
The night splits me in two.
I disconnect —
To sink, to fall, to fly
And rage
Forever
And always
Without you
Stichwörter: inner-conflict madeline varen
He opened his palm and saw that the watch remained. Still there. Still real.
Varen looked up at the figure that stood atop the fountain.
With a howl of rage, he made it burst apart.
He fell to his knees amid the wreckage and floating dust.
Crumpling into himself, he released a choking sob, knowing that he, too, belonged to the ruin.
Stichwörter: anguish varen dreamworld
As though sensing her heightening alarm, Pinfeathers halted his advance.
"I can’t help it that I’m susceptible to you," he whispered. "You know that. It’s just that you’re so...unreal...and so I have to touch you. If only to be certain that I’m not the one who’s dreaming. You see, I hear that sort of thing is going around.
Stichwörter: reality dream isobel pinfeathers
Can I tell you something?" He tilted his head, moving in closer still, so close that she could feel his breath against her cheek. "Do you want to know what my grandma used to say about kisses on the forehead?"
He pressed his lips to her brow, holding the silk soft kiss for a long moment while Isobel stood in place, unable to bring herself to shove him away.
"She told me it’s the kind of kiss we save for the dead.
Stichwörter: danger brad isobel
I told you you’d come," said a nearby voice, one Isobel knew well. "You said you would."
(…)
"You shouldn’t have, though," he said, and looked up, his face twisted with anger. "Even if we knew you would, you shouldn’t have." He got up and began moving toward her.
"Why," he growled, "when we will only show you we are not worth it? Why, when we have no other choice but to prove to you we’re not worth it?
Stichwörter: varen isobel dreamworld pinfeathers
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