Love and Healing

The depth of her gaze stirred the cauldron of emotions in my heart. Her bright and beating brown eyes were fixed upon my stern face, a feeling of comfort and everlasting love spiraling up my body from my toes to the top of my head, threatening to envelope me in a fiery robe of the most passionate warm sensations a human could experience. The power this woman holds over me is overwhelming, divine even, and I can’t imagine my life without her being a character written into my movie’s main cast; her, as the main protagonist of my movie, my life, my existence.

The sea was restless, the ship dips in and out of the water’s surface like a snorkeler plunging into the depths, unable to submerge for whatever odd reason yet consistent in their efforts to glimpse the world under the waves. The never-ending expanse of the sea is beautiful in its brutality; yet so horrible in its rulership. My lover, the only spirit brilliant enough to subterfuge the Lord of this watery province and become the Lady most treacherous, is the only wonder of the world I truly admire. The only land I wish to delve into and explore. The only bit of knowledge I truly want to drink and learn. The only thing in the world want is her.

I grab her hand, our fingers intertwining, sculpting a shape as spectacular as the shapes drawn and sculpted by the world’s most meticulous and outlandish artists in human history; the caress of our thumbs, brush strokes upon the hands of each other in which we use as if they are a canvas, painting our emotions in a flurry of bright pink and orange colors into a work of art that leaves us both speechless. We begin to embrace each other, splashing and staining our clothes with a flock of spilled paint we allowed to leak off the stencils of our hearts, as we climb the stern of the Bouquet’s Bellow we have become so firmly wrapped into each other that we begin to dance within the very love and essence of one another; as if we have become hormones being released into each others brain waltzing throughout each other bodies. As we are encased within a cocoon forged among the silk of the wind’s finest strings of lyre that playsthe sweetest tune, a palace cemented with the hardened paint of our overflowing paint buckets, I hear her utter words that kindled the flame enveloping my body and turning my very flesh into a puddle greater than that of the sea: “I love you.”

And I love her.

just-a-broken-mess-of-a-person:

And after a while you just stop. You stop watering your plants. You stop watching netflix. You stop reading. You stop replying to your friends as fast as you used to. You stop buying yourself nice things. You stop putting an effort into how you look. You stop taking care of yourself like you used to. You stop sleeping. You stop eating healthy foods. You stop petting your dog. You stop socializing.

You stop with everything. You find yourself sitting in your room for hours on end, without doing a single thing. Days feel like years. And you think you can’t do it for much longer.

whitplague:

 ͙₊˚ they find out you’re actually a soft merperson *࿐

anon asked: Hello! It is I, Slime Anon huhu, I seriously adore the HC’s you made and I couldnt stop smiling reading it ;3;If its alright with you, I have one last request! Do consider a river mermaid reader(GN), But locals would say theyre actually a monster and stuff cause theyve never seen them, but when the reader was spotted vibin out of the water for a bit they were actually this stunning, but extremely shy mermaid~(For Childe, Zhongli and Xiao pls!)Again, thank you, hope you have a good day!

an: i loved writing this (no shit sherlock, u have almot 1.5k) sorry for being so long and i hope you like it <33 thank you for requesting!! and for your kind words

• c: childe, zhongli, xiao
• spoiler of childe’s family; fluff
• wc: 1.4k
• gn!reader
• requests: open!

⋆ childe ⋆ˊˎ-

• Childe liked adventures and challenges, he was driven by the adrenaline that was felt whenever a new experience got in his way; as such, he went looking for you.
• Reports of your presence roamed the four corners of Teyvat, fueling rumors of your aggression towards humans, saying with certainty that your army went beyond the various slimes that made their home near rivers and lakes.
• And Childe was excited, totally delighted with a new challenge: not only would you be the first merperson he would ever see, you also had what it takes to be the fiercest creature he would ever fight. It was impossible for Childe to hide his glee.
• He followed the rumors carefully, guided by the fierce reports of your misdeeds, moved by the disturbances you caused to people and crops. Childe roamed through Teyvat, focusing on rougher rivers and more aggressive slimes, accurately following each and every rumor of your existence.
• But when he found you in a hidden stream on the hottest day of the season, your tail serving as a springboard so that little birds could bathe and fight the heat wave, Childe was perplexed.
• It wasn’t the gentleness with which you helped those little flying animals; no. It was the way you laughed when one of them lost his balance or when a slime asked for a caress from you; it was the way you gently sang to soothe the most heat-sensitive creatures, the way even your own features were of someone delicate and loving, not a fierce and totally aggressive creature towards people and creatures.
• Childe was stunned, the first thought running through the redhead’s mind passing an animated image of his little brother, thinking he would adore you; all your beauty, all your sympathy for everything around you… Teucer would love you.
• But after thinking of his brother, Childe thought of you.
• You were the total opposite of all stories and all rumors; and as such, Childe became even more interested, allowing curiosity to guide his determined steps and approach you.
• “What was the saying? Don’t judge a book by its cover?“
• Of course Childe’s sudden presence made you hide in the water, only your eyes showing as you studied Childe’s figure, trying to figure out what he was up to.
• But when Childe smiled at you, the excitement and sweetness of having found you reflected in the delicate words that slipped out of his mouth, making you decide to be a little brave, your lips rising from the water level to whisper your name with a little fear;
• After all, there was something endearing about the way Childe swore to you that he just wanted to get to know you a little better.

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