OPEN | prompt two | LOVE

[wrens]

prompt two | L O V E And what you can never know from the beginning is how hard or how long you'll love something; how even when it is gone the love will chase you down, loping like dark flame through your blood. — Some lies are love. — Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing whatever's been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you've made.

 

start a thread.
leave a character request/verse in the subject line.
(otherwise leave blank and i'll choose who you get)
start the scene in your comment.
(otherwise leave open and i'll start)

OR

respond to a pre-existing thread.
(double-tags/cross-overs/aus welcome)

OR

respond to the image prompt as if it has come up in conversation.
or muse on the subject in general.
(á la mothdeath/dr-style)

Comments

[tapes]

[ He understands, yes, but understanding differs from acceptance. (Dale Cooper understands the temptation to stray from the given path, but he will never compromise his own morals, not for the world.) ]

People use the name of love to justify a great many terrible things. When it becomes an excuse, when it becomes cruel, it ceases to be love and turns into something else entirely.