Written By Ilira
Feb. 26, 2021, 4:57 p.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Piccola
I have never considered myself a cat lady.
It might be time to reconsider.
Hm.
The only real choice is between my woven rugs and the furballs.
It might be time to reconsider.
Hm.
The only real choice is between my woven rugs and the furballs.
Written By Ilira
Feb. 26, 2021, 12:53 a.m.(1/6/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Piccola
With similar poeticism and detail, I agree. Rain or summer or rain in summer are oft praised as the most intimate weather, but nothing brings people close like the need for warmth. And in the same vein, nothing cuts like a lack of it on the coldest nights.
Written By Ilira
Jan. 31, 2021, 9:21 p.m.(11/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
And to hear them sing is to watch the soul soar.
Written By Ilira
Dec. 18, 2020, 5:34 a.m.(8/4/1014 AR)
Souls are fathomless, so worth the exploration; each and every are a study in boundless potential. All deserve the exchange of energy in being known.
What in Abyss have I been doing with my time?
What in Abyss have I been doing with my time?
Written By Ilira
Aug. 23, 2020, 6:32 a.m.(11/21/1013 AR)
"People are a vice."
A noblest thing to say.
A noblest thing to say.
Written By Ilira
Aug. 22, 2020, 6:20 p.m.(11/20/1013 AR)
My. Quite the day I've had, particularly given my recent period of slump.
Who knew it all comes together when I just show up.
Who knew it all comes together when I just show up.
Written By Ilira
Aug. 9, 2020, 9:45 p.m.(10/22/1013 AR)
It is a vicious pain, this. At least, the cots are warm and plush with eiderdown at the Saving Grace.
I am happy I am here, still able to look up at a night near as dark as his armor was.
I am happy I am here, still able to look up at a night near as dark as his armor was.
Written By Ilira
Aug. 5, 2020, 4:55 a.m.(10/13/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Galatea
Have I told you how greatly I enjoy your company?
I should.
I should.
Written By Ilira
July 31, 2020, 11:30 p.m.(10/5/1013 AR)
These southerners and their dark eyes. I am mesmerized, every glance.
Written By Ilira
July 30, 2020, 8:47 p.m.(10/2/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Iseulet
A lioness, mesmeric in her glory and marble in execution. You are ineffable, darling. Thank you, for your trust in me, your recognition. I only hope you'll again deem me worthy, in future service.
But seriously--you kill like a cat.
But seriously--you kill like a cat.
Written By Ilira
July 30, 2020, 12:39 p.m.(10/2/1013 AR)
Autumn is my favorite of seasons. The finest sky, weather just how I like it, the best range of dress choice. The nicest scents. Something of the cold makes all else much warmer.
Written By Ilira
July 28, 2020, 2:13 p.m.(9/26/1013 AR)
It's a wonder, the way thoughts and feelings bloom with space and time.
I've lingered awake and drafted letter's I won't finish, to new friends and the old. For years, I've held on to them by threads, and relinquished so many more--but this city tangles its webs tight. Names always remembered but long unheard return to me, and I find the words to completion.
Here's to no longer lonely, long as it lasts.
I've lingered awake and drafted letter's I won't finish, to new friends and the old. For years, I've held on to them by threads, and relinquished so many more--but this city tangles its webs tight. Names always remembered but long unheard return to me, and I find the words to completion.
Here's to no longer lonely, long as it lasts.
Written By Ilira
July 3, 2020, 5:39 a.m.(8/3/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
The Shrine of the Thirteenth, it seems, blesses those that seek with the sweetest surprises.
Princess Valencia was a subversion of most my expectations in wondrous ways. Her open humility was so, I initially suspected some modicum of artifice. No--it is simply her inclination. She is silk over silver as other Foxes are, with a grace and sagacity to her word that belies the notes of innocence. Our chemistry came quick, through the eyes.
We are stars, each of us, you of particular effulgence. Rise on. I am endeared and humbled by you, and perhaps, in your company, I too may find my apex.
Princess Valencia was a subversion of most my expectations in wondrous ways. Her open humility was so, I initially suspected some modicum of artifice. No--it is simply her inclination. She is silk over silver as other Foxes are, with a grace and sagacity to her word that belies the notes of innocence. Our chemistry came quick, through the eyes.
We are stars, each of us, you of particular effulgence. Rise on. I am endeared and humbled by you, and perhaps, in your company, I too may find my apex.
Written By Ilira
July 3, 2020, 12:26 a.m.(8/3/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
You, with the deep eyes and sunlit smiles, are a warmth I could bask in for days.
Written By Ilira
June 30, 2020, 11 a.m.(7/26/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
Yes, you do.
Written By Ilira
June 30, 2020, 5 a.m.(7/25/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Bridget
There is something here, beneath all the passivity of innocence.
Written By Ilira
June 27, 2020, 10:09 a.m.(7/19/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Martino
How smoothly silver tongues twine.
Written By Ilira
June 26, 2020, 4:53 a.m.(7/17/1013 AR)
I hear my name on wind
Seas sing to me,
And I know I'm made to know these highways
No place to rest this breathless soul,
I'm not lonely to love a mountain's night
Manifest me in the smoke of day,
Smooth me into the pulse of the night,
Look
Breathe
There's clarity in this darkness
Cause I've spent a while on wings without wind
And a hollowed spirit will still lift
so take me airborne,
I am boundless
I recall my first writing of this at 17--might've been my birthday. I'd say the initial draft was warmer, more ebullient with youth and naivete. I spoke to exemplify my girlhood, all bright eyes and dreams to match. The lyrics refined throughout years and experience, as a haven of memory when I felt most beside myself. Something of the recent weeks drew me to commit it, post deliberation, to the whites.
Seas sing to me,
And I know I'm made to know these highways
No place to rest this breathless soul,
I'm not lonely to love a mountain's night
Manifest me in the smoke of day,
Smooth me into the pulse of the night,
Look
Breathe
There's clarity in this darkness
Cause I've spent a while on wings without wind
And a hollowed spirit will still lift
so take me airborne,
I am boundless
I recall my first writing of this at 17--might've been my birthday. I'd say the initial draft was warmer, more ebullient with youth and naivete. I spoke to exemplify my girlhood, all bright eyes and dreams to match. The lyrics refined throughout years and experience, as a haven of memory when I felt most beside myself. Something of the recent weeks drew me to commit it, post deliberation, to the whites.
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