from the mornings you ease to the evenings you quiet
I'm always thinking of you, I'm always dreaming of you
I'm always thinking of you, I'm always dreaming of you
A note on the table with her whereabouts for the day is unnecessary given the back door remains open to signal her nearness to the house, but old habits die hard. Hotaru’s golden head doesn’t appear to glow as strong beneath the Longheat sun, but it drifts and shimmers like a lazy cloud over the bare skin of her back while she toils away in the sand of the riverbank.
Comfortably cross-legged, Ru maneuvers over her knees to scoop and comb sand together with her hands. The striking image she paints in her bikini top and frayed shorts contrasts with the childlike glee of her efforts as she splashes water from a tunneled branch she’d dug from the river to wet the sand she is clearly building into some sort of sandcastle.
Comfortably cross-legged, Ru maneuvers over her knees to scoop and comb sand together with her hands. The striking image she paints in her bikini top and frayed shorts contrasts with the childlike glee of her efforts as she splashes water from a tunneled branch she’d dug from the river to wet the sand she is clearly building into some sort of sandcastle.
the valkyrie
say my name, say I'm yours
promise we'll never be oceans apart
promise we'll never be oceans apart
totally sniped from odd ilu
