I'm often loud in places where I should be quiet; I'm often quiet in places where I should be loud

[balsamandash]

I have spent more than six hours listening to slam poetry somehow? Relistening to the same things over and over for the most part, and I have no idea how this happened but I'm a little in love with some of them? (Especially this; I am listening to a lot of this guy's stuff but hoooly crap that one.)

I kind of want to give prompts now. Not necessarily all poetry prompts, but just... prompting people? This is putting me in the mood to prompt people.

... Uh, I guess that could turn this into an offer if anyone wants to take me up on it; comment here and I'll drop you prompts? Mostly quotes/lyrics, most likely?

I just like prompting people, okay, it pleases me.

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[rootsofthestories]

She moves her hands against his skin like a skilled musician playing an instrument. Her fingers scratch words into his skin but they aren't meant for him to commit to. They are fundamental words, things he can fall back on and remember.

She presses a kiss against his skin, her lips soft and gentle. He's half asleep and mumbles something, pulling her close, and she laughs.\

She loves him like this and he loves her just as much. They are lazy and comfortable and nothing requires them to move. Sure, the world will come calling soon enough but not yet and that is okay.

They have things that need to be dealt with, issues that have risen up but there is nothing between them. Their relationship is solid, it is long-standing and it will survive the test of time.

Because int he end they are each other's partner. They belong to one another more than anything else and maybe she will fight him or he will walk away an do something dumb but they will return to each other in the end.

It's just what they do.