Sometimes it feels like drinking thistle. Please tell me which is your favorite because my breaking heart got stuck here. And I don't know which one to share in the chapter. ~ Mama Magie
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Looking in Her bedroom He sees all of their histories
And Her Miseries painted on Her flesh
His tattooed skin that will never fade
The truth breaks His heart in every way
The love story into which He fell
Seduced Him into temptation
Unforgiveable
Looking in the mirror She sees all of His victories
And their memories painted on Her flesh
Her stained skin that is slow to fade
The past breaks Her heart in every way
The love story is not Hers to tell
Induces Her into resignation
Unforgettable
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Silence follows silvered words,
Conversation flees like frightened birds.
Every moment they shared, purposely blind,
Is a moment She will never leave behind.
His flesh is the canvas of their love,
She wore it with the Moon above.
She did Her duty for the pack,
And bears the things He can't take back.
With uncovered face, silver chain and bells chime,
She stands at His right as females gather in line.
They can touch Him now.
If she was still alive, HE could touch her now.
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The oiled flower glistens like a fragrant bloom.
The blue of His lover's eyes is torn
By the mark His fangs left in Her neck.
His love for her came before her doom.
The tears of His fated's eyes are borne
Because mistakes flourish then regret.
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Wearing the dress She made for this day,
Golden stitches on Green silk that took a month to place.
The morning after Her celebration was one of regret,
She said She wished They had never met.
Apologetic sound, the Savage and His Wild's keening.
Every proud, colorful image now has a deeper, darker meaning.
From the Brown line of the Tree She cut away with Silver
To the Blue of her eyes, His last tattoo before He found Her.
Green meets Green,
And only sorrow is seen.
Their bodies are painted the same,
A story taboo recorded in Ink and Stain.
But the meanings to each one's soul
Are the emotions of ruin that have control.
Their suffering could not be more different:
His heart regretting all His previous intent;
Her heart unforgiving, in its cage of bone,
Living in her house, She dresses alone.
Green silk sewn with Golden flowers,
A Silver chain and Silence stretches between Them for hours.
Choose one of the four above for the chapter- inline vote for your favorite.
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Who did YOU pray YOUR mate would be, Green-eyed Bessa from across the sea?
Did YOU pray for a gentle mate who was loving and giving?
Did YOU pray for a strong provider who makes life worth living?
All those first moments YOU saved for love's beginning...
Did YOU forget to pray they'd be saved for YOU?
When did YOU feel YOUR hopes flee, Sad-eyed Bessa from across the sea?
Did YOU feel angish to live in the house HE built for another?
Did YOU feel the cracking of ribs drawing in and YOUR heart starting to smother?
All those feelings mauling YOU savage, decrying betrayal...
Did YOU forget to feel the salve of forgiveness?
How do YOU stand who YOU must be, Luna Bessa from across the sea?
How do YOU stand on HIS right, proud as can be,
while YOU wither inside where the world can't see?
How do YOU stand for YOUR duty to this pack,
while crumbling under the weight of all HE can't take back?
All YOUR traditions honored, YOU saved everything for HIM...
How do YOU stand that He gave it all to her on a whim?
His first love,
His first kiss,
His first thought in the morning and last thought before night,
And all He saved for YOU was the breeding...
Who are YOU now? Do YOU know who to be, broken-hearted Bessa from across the sea?
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He made Her wear Her veil today as they drove south for the exchange.
She understands why when She sees them
Living Alpha Twins standing side by side,
Golden godlike perfection and silver eyes.
She cannot draw Her eyes away from something so beautiful,
a delectable pair. Even Her Wild takes notice.
The older is more than an alpha, She can scent it in the air,
Feel it in the earth, a king is what She is witnessing here.
he moves with graceful assurance that all should bow to him
She is willing to bow to these gifts of the goddess
Her threatened mate growl, "Stop it Bessa."
Silver-sharp words go for His throat,
A mocking confession of temptation that would have been accepted,
And praise for the King and his alpha brother.
Invisible blood drips on His crumbling pride.
There is someone more than Him
She wants between Her thighs.
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