“God, she was beautiful. She was so beautiful her image and her laugh and her picturesque face and odour lingered and stay etched upon and echoed across the multitude of chambers in her subconscious psyche. She tried to count the stars in the night sky like the freckles on the blonde’s nose. She thought of her lips being the clouds of stardust that stayed around the night sky, so distracting yet not really spoken about. She thought of the Moon being her eyes, so wide and big and bright. Her beauty was transient and translucent like the night sky.” BeautySadnessSadSapphicSapphic Classic Book:the poppy fields near the French countryside Source: the poppy fields near the French countryside
“There was nothing quite convicting, per se, about Bellatrix but that her looks isolated her from the others and her harnessing that raw, fragile power along with not caring for others made her even more intimidating.” LoveLifeSadnessSadSapphic RomanceSapphic Love Book:the poppy fields near the French countryside Source: the poppy fields near the French countryside