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sviv r ozb drgs srn. kizbrmt uli zm vhxzkv.
givnyormt zh sv dsrhkvih hfxs yrggvihdvvg mlgsrmth rm nb vzih.
r drhs r xlfow hzb r wrwm'g olev srn.
r drhs sv wrwm'g uvvo gsv hznv.
zmw bvg, sviv r zn jfvhgrlmrmt zoo gszg r pmld.
zoo sv dzh gl nv.
zoo sv dzh rm gsv vbvh lu zoo gslhv dsl szw vevi xzivw.
"dszg dzh sv?
nzm, li hlnvgsrmt nliv?"
r drhs r wrwm'g urmw nbhvou gsrmprmt gszg.
r pmld sv rhm'g tlmv.
sv rhm'g wvzw.
sv xlfow mlg vevi yv vmgrivob tlmv.
mlg uiln nb nvnlirvh.
mlg uiln gsv orevh zmw svzigh sv hszggvivw.
mlg uiln gsrh oruv.
sv dlfow mlg szev yvvm gzpvm hl vzhrob.
sv nzb mlg yv sviv,
yfg r xlfow uvvo srh tirk lm nv,
zh gslfts gsvb dviv xozdh
wrttrmt rmgl nb svzig.
rg kzrmh nv gl ivnvnyvi sld zdufo sv szh yvvm,
yfg r xzmmlg ulitvg.
r droo mlg ulitvg.
mlg ztzrm...
sv dzh mlg proovw.
sv dlfow mlg szev ovug hl hllm,
mlg yvuliv srh kozmh xznv gl uifrgrlm.
zmw gsfh, r zn zuizrw.
orermt li wvzw,
sv szfmgh nv.
rm nb wivznh.
rm nb nvnlirvh.
rm nb gslftsgh...
zh r xib, r gsrmp lu srn.
sld sv dzh gsv lmv gl slow nv zh r xirvw gslhv gvzih...
yfg mld sv'h gsv ivzhlm r szev gvzih gl xib...
r drhs r wrwm'g
sv wlvhm'g wvhviev gsvn...
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Ax
[Ooc, just had to post this bc yes. This is Archer btw-- axel rp acc bc yeah
Atbash.
i needed to get all of this off my chest so here's something i wrote.
here i lay with him. praying for an escape.
trembling as he whispers such bittersweet nothings in my ears.
i wish i could say i didn't love him
i wish he didn't feel the same.
and yet, here i am questioning all that i know.
all he was to me.
all he was in the eyes of all those who had ever cared.
"what was he?
man, or something more?"
i wish i didn't find myself thinking that.
i know he isn't gone.
he isn't dead.
he could not ever be entirely gone.
not from my memories.
not from the lives and hearts he shattered.
not from this life.
he would not have been taken so easily.
he may not be here,
but i could feel his grip on me,
as though they were claws
digging into my heart.
it pains me to remember how awful he has been,
but i cannot forget.
i will not forget.
not again...
he was not killed.
he would not have left so soon,
not before his plans came to fruition.
and thus, i am afraid.
living or dead,
he haunts me
in my dreams.
in my memories.
in my thoughts...
as i cry, i think of him.
how he was the one to hold me as i cried those tears...
but now he's the reason i have tears to cry...
i wish i didn't
he doesn't deserve them...
-
Lordy lordy Stephen needs a hug]