they breathe laughs of toxic smoke, lingering upon the indentations of their lips.
the threat of the cigarettes that dangle dangerously upon their lips dropping onto
the ground before them. they are lost in the euphoria of bliss, with the stars hanging
high within the sky and their fingers laced together and an arm thrown around the
other’s hip with a brush of their fingers upon the curve of the other’s spine every
so often. murmured stories of what had befallen them that day are spoken so sweetly,
and although they have long since found themselves lost within the cosmos in their
eyes, their sweet nothings are what keeps them anchored to the ground once the
dalliance with chaos ended with the rise of the moon.
the lipstick stain is a work of art, mercy had teased upon onyx’s insistence to rub
the stain of crimson off of her cheek, and although protests had still rose within
her throat, the mark remains even hours later, dull but still stark in contrast to
her pallid flesh. their love is a fragile flame, and with her hand upon her waist
line and fingers threaded together, onyx discovers serendipity with the
heaven-sent destruction incarnate by her side.