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Lamia Cadwallader

    (08/23/2016 at 17:56)
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Lying in the grass, Lamia was staring up at the clouds, watching them as they floated by. It was such a nice, pleasant day, she almost felt taken over by it. With no hesitation, she reached out a hand and took Valencia's, like it was nothing and everything all at once. Pulling it up to her mouth, she kissed it tenderly before letting them and fall back to the grass between their bodies.

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Valencia Salvatierra

    (08/23/2016 at 21:50)
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The kiss felt ephemeral upon her skin, leaving a faint quiver that Valencia did not wish to leave. As a summer breeze tousled with their hair—a delicate tangling of brunette and blonde—she rolled over, holding the marked hand close to her chest. It took only a single blink to take in Lamia’s golden tresses and blood-red rage, and only another to decide what would happen next.

Her arms lifted, intertwining themselves with the other girl’s, and it only felt right to press her lips against Lamia’s temple. She didn’t let go.
« Last Edit: 08/23/2016 at 21:56 by Valencia B. Alvear »
i love you just a little too much

Lamia Cadwallader

    (09/03/2016 at 15:20)
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Closing her eyes to savor the sort press of lips to her temple, Lamia's eyelids reflected gold. Others might have said it was just the sun through her skin but Lamia knew the truth. It was Valencia. It was always Valencia. As long as she had known the younger girl, Valencia had been a golden beacon, and a Cadwallader could never resist gold. They hoarded the precious metal like the Dragon of their sigil.

"Oh, Val," she said, her words as soft as the gentle wind. A hand moved to caress her face as she opened her eyes, the sunlight creating a halo of light behind the other girl's hair. "Do you know how beautiful I think you are?"

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Valencia Salvatierra

    (09/04/2016 at 02:28)
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It was a voice you could only fathom in dreams; how unworldly, how holy her masterpiece of feminine splendor. To think the felt so unreal, only a fragment of a spoiled girl’s aurous wishes—but how tangible were the glistening threads and pearlescent mien. How close they were to only touch and admire. How they only felt to be hers.

(Heliads above the divine sphere cried out their hymns, reaching to revere the wholesome scene. And she glowed, she glowed, she glowed.)

Valencia, feeling hopelessly juvenile and unsure, grasped to the blessed words and embraced Lamia closer. “Am I?” she whispered, wide-eyed and wavering. “It’s you—” It’s you, it’s you, it’s you.

HIS BELLADONNA KISS:


   beautiful.

                              poisonous.

      lovely.


                          deadly.

Lamia Cadwallader

    (09/04/2016 at 03:55)
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The sweet closeness of her best and dearest friend was more than Lamia had bargained for when she convinced Valencia to come out with her today, but it was no less than what she had hoped for. Fingers threaded into Valencia's hair at the nape of her neck as Lamia gently guided her head where she wanted it. They were just close enough for lips to brush as they spoke.

"Trust me, Valenica Bienvenida Azucena Alvear," she said, savoring each syllable of her name on tongue like candy. "It's you."

Gently, their lips touched and electricity shot through Lamia's veins. Valencia had always been a beautiful storm. The kiss was short, and sweet, but Lamia didn't want to pull away. She didn't want to be parted from the person whose soul resonated so well with her own. They had been meant to be attached. Even so, Lamia kept them from stitching together so she could look in the striking Alvear eyes, not daring to hope for what she might find in them.

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Valencia Salvatierra

    (09/05/2016 at 23:05)
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Drinking in Lamia’s sound like wine, she smiled (genuine like jewels, like this moment, like her love.)

“Perhaps it is,” she giggled breathlessly; there was no point in arguing. “Just perhaps.” Her cheeks pinked, and she bowed her head in the crook of the porcelain neck—

A sweet fruit touched their lips, simultaneously. Utter surprise burst forth, a twisting feeling in her breastbone that felt ambiguous and gray. Was this good? Was this sin? Her eyelids fluttered—open, close, and in between—deciding the nature of their rendezvous and the intentions of her unworldly companion.With Lamia, she felt confident and certain. There was a common understanding between them.

Green against blue, they stared in awe—was this nature? Softly, Valencia put a hand to Lamia’s cheek. That beautiful verglas gaze, only Valencia could grin at. Her cheeks felt sore. “That was too short,” she simply said, leaning in for another kiss. Another piece of Eden.
i love you just a little too much

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