#` ✞ fires & elysium. ⁞ the bitterness of winter and the sweetness of spring‚ we are poets and our story is our masterpiece.

[sunlessea]

from adorning lights and festive cloak to instead being decorated from ears to tail in hearts and flashy, pink-and-red fashion, elysium certainly has cemented himself in london's public as a very ... eccentric celebrator of holidays. they've only just started this eve for the feast, but one would think they'd already reached valentine's revel, how he walks around. and more importantly —

" ... hello again, mr fires." another gift he's handed over, this time more casually, where he places the handle of a key-to-heart dagger within the master's claws, its sharp blade pointed outwards to himself. though the design is expected in shape, much like the gun he had gifted it these past holidays, it's clearly a homemade weapon, embroidered with blazing red rubies and painted with a myriad of golden oranges to simulate the colors of flame. "a gift for you, if you don't mind. simply for, uhm... for the holiday. of course."

@londonfallen / mr fires

#u gotta learn 2 write faster buddy #our thread count #KJENRMH #` ✞ elysium. ⁞ and if i only could‚ i’d make a deal with the gods. #` ✞ fires & elysium. ⁞ the bitterness of winter and the sweetness of spring‚ we are poets and our story is our masterpiece. #londonfallen

[sunlessea]

he feels like he's going to throw up. the moments he'd always sought out, however unconsciously, make him anxious now, where guilt and fear mingle in the difficulty he feels swallowing whenever it's around now-a-days. he doesn't want this, the distance he's started creating between himself and fires. ten years he'd slowly braved a slow crawl to its side, not entirely willfully, where it had taken an interest itself. and now... for what? why had he done this? he should have never had plagues intercept its letter. he should've never reminded it of cassius.

"i'm sorry." he listlessly picks at strings coming off the grandiose cloak he oft adorns when in public, far too uppity in appearance for a mere londoner. if only it'd known from the beginning. maybe he'd have been killed by it ... but maybe it would've hurt less, back then, when he hadn't had time to fall in love with his enemy turned star-crossed lover proper. "i don't mean to offend you, mr fires. i'm just ... busy today." the book shop behind him is dead. there isn't a single customer. it isn't even open... "ah, that is ... i'm busy ... lately." he had rejected its invitations for nearly a month now, since the festive season, where he never has before.

he's breaking his own heart, but one of them would've had to do it, eventually. he doesn't know how to address the letters, yet. the truth. maybe he should've run earlier than this. stupid, stupid, lovestruck boy.

he can't look up at it. all these years begging it notice how in love with it he was ... and only now he's scared of it?

"please forgive me."

@londonfallen / mr fires

#londonfallen #a deceptively depressing starter #gl with that ely #:skull emoji: #kjnMKJNERMKHJNM #THERE U GO #` ✞ fires & elysium. ⁞ the bitterness of winter and the sweetness of spring‚ we are poets and our story is our masterpiece. #` ✞ elysium. ⁞ and if i only could‚ i’d make a deal with the gods.

[sunlessea]

ship tag drops for threads oml /

#` ✞ mirrors & wines. ⁞ i'm your little scarlet‚ harlot‚ singin' in the garden‚ kiss me on my open mouth. #` ✞ fires & elysium. ⁞ the bitterness of winter and the sweetness of spring‚ we are poets and our story is our masterpiece. #` ✞ abel & pages. ⁞ your darkness will be rewritten into a work of fiction‚ as you pull on every ribbon. #` ✞ candles & odette. ⁞ i brought you daffodils in a pretty string‚ but they won't flower like they did last spring. #` ✞ shrouds & moriarty. ⁞ like a river flows surely to the zee‚ so it goes‚ some things are meant to be. #` ✞ hearts & witness. ⁞ why have you been fearing an aching that will fade? must the sun have reason to make the seasons change? #` ✞ malachite & mare. ⁞ i dream of love as time runs through my hands‚ these dreams that tie two hearts that will never die. #` ✞ applebright & aristos. ⁞ they warned him‚ don't go there‚ there's godless creatures who would lure him into the dark.

[sunlessea]

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN,

WHOM WE ARE CERTAIN IS THE TEMPESTUOUS MR FIRES,

It has come to our attention that your skills in regards to the love letters you have sent us over the passing years have begun to leave us with a great deal to be desired. That is to say, you are disappointing and lack the proper skill necessary to properly convey feelings of "love," let alone "like". Your prose is terrible, your emotion is lacking, and your passion is nonexistent. Not even a rodent would be pleased with your so called "letters of love," and we shall no longer stand for this level of disrespect.

You must learn to correctly convey feelings of admiration and yearning.

Truly, your letters are despicable and your heart is made of ash.

If you are incapable of properly carrying out this exchange, perhaps it is time to turn over your station to someone more suited to matters of the heart and poetry, such as Mr Pages.

Bizarrely, THE BAZAAR

@londonfallen / eggfires letter exchange thread :clown emoji:

#EXPERIMENTAL #i'm so ffr #londonfallen #` ✞ fires & elysium. ⁞ the bitterness of winter and the sweetness of spring‚ we are poets and our story is our masterpiece. #` ✞ elysium. ⁞ and if i only could‚ i’d make a deal with the gods.