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Dark Shadows

lorrainebaines:

It’s dark. Dark enough for me not to see my hand in front of me; to see the silhouette before me. I want to reach out, lightly run my finger tips over her bare shoulder and down her arm; a swift feather like motion.

I hold back.

A cool breeze from the early Spring night rolls through my window sending a chill down my spine. I shiver and the silhouette shifts slightly. The breeze whips around my room and gathers her scent and tucks it right under my nose. As I inhale deeply, my eyes flutter shut. I want to nuzzle into her baby-soft skin; breath her in like life support.

I hold back.

I do roll to my side, my hands tucked firm underneath my head. Her silhouette is dark, so dark that all her features blend in with her dark chocolate hair. I squint - hoping my eyes will see clearer shapes and forms. My eyes make out the soft pouty lips; they are full, fuller that when she is awake. They are tempting. I lick my lips as I wiggle closer - just a little closer and I can capture what’s mine.

I hold back.

Now that I’m slightly closer than before, I can see her features. Her high cheekbones covered by delicate flesh. That perfect but not so perfect nose is letting out little puffs of air with every exhale; it’s tickling my skin that is near. A soft smile graces my face as it is the most comforting feeling in the world. Then her eyes. Though they are closed, I know the piercing look that they hold, the sparkle, the charm and the passion. But for now, her ever-so long eyelash - that look like they go on for days with the shadow cross her face - cover those power lookers. A lock of hair has fallen from its place behind her ear, covering have of her left eye. Slowly my hand slides out from underneath the pillow supporting my head. Please let me put that where it belongs.

I hold back.

I move so that I am on my back. My breath has now reached a rapid pace matching the one of my heart. My eyes are closed tightly, willing my body sleep. “If I sleep, it will be there in the morning. I can touch her in the morning,” I mumble to myself. With one last breath - it was a deep one - roll over to that loving silhouette. My eyes scan from her toes that poke out at the end of the bed; to the curve if her hip under the blankets; to the arm tucked close to her chest as if she was protecting her heart, as she always did. I slim past her bare shoulder from where the blanket had fallen and the jutting collarbone, up her kissable neck. Her chin, lips, cheeks and nose were just as wonderful as the first glance I snuck. But once I reached her eyes, I saw them as if it were day. They pierced my soul as they had many times before now; I always felt bashful under them. As always, my head dipped towards with a little shake in my head; I can’t believe she had done it again.

“Look at me,” she whispered. Her hand that was once protecting her heart was now dancing on my chin, pulling me face on.

My brows furrowed as the feeling of her fingers. They were cold. They weren’t loving or inviting and definitely weren’t warm like usual.

“Please touch me,” the sound of her voice hovered just above my ear. So airy sounding, so breathtaking.

Another shake of my head but this was one with delight and happiness. My lips start to break out into a smile. When I left my head, her eyes are where I left them: staring at me. They were holding onto this moment, as were mine. My hand is slowly moving from my side, my mind is willing it to go faster but my heart is keeping it at a steady agonizing pace. I go for that piece of hair.

I reach out.

But there is nothing. So I try again and again and one more time, but my hand comes up empty every time. I’m looking at her and she is looking at me. I’m confused and she is expressionless. I closed my eyes and take a steady breath.

When I open them there is nothing there. No silhouette, no chocolate hair, no feathered eyelashes or glaring eyes. There is no breath tickling my skin, no extra weight beside me. Nothing.

Tears are making their way down my cheeks; it feels like ice is cutting into them. Each one now a painful memory. Each one a lost hope, a lost dream, a lost love. I harshly wipe them away with trembling fingers.

I roll over and face the wall. My heart beating like a heavy drum but not from love, but for agony. My breathing still harsh but not from passion, but for anger. Jaw clenched and lips slack the words “I hate you” are tossed around, as easily as previous ‘I love you’s’.

It’s light. Light enough to see my tear stained pillowcase; to see that I am once again all alone. A cool breeze from the early Spring morning rolls through my window sending a chill down my spine. The breeze whips around my room. I shiver and shifts slightly. The breeze whips around my room and gathers my scent and tucks it right under my nose. As I inhale deeply, my eyes flutter shut.

(via jessicachastains)

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barafundlebay:

alicexz:

Commissioned painting of a younger Sherlock from his university years. I’ve always pictured him looking a bit softer and less suspicious of everyone’s intentions back then.
My commissions are still closed as I’ve got a huge list to work through, but all the info is here if you’ve been asking!

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barafundlebay:

alicexz:

Commissioned painting of a younger Sherlock from his university years. I’ve always pictured him looking a bit softer and less suspicious of everyone’s intentions back then.

My commissions are still closed as I’ve got a huge list to work through, but all the info is here if you’ve been asking!

#NEELY #LOOK #HOW ABOUT IDK #DO SOME FUCKING FIC FOR IT NOW

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