The Lost Islands
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you can stay here a while in this hotel heart



I saw you in my dream last night
you had a smile so white.
I thought your teeth were the stars.
your eyes they were like tiny rivers
well, it gave me the shivers
when you looked right up at me


Larka felt dizzy as the words she had been waiting to hear (longer than she might admit) fell from his lips. It was magical. Warmth spread over her body, and she felt incredible; in a way, invincible. As if she could jump off a cliff and instead if falling she would just keep floating out into the horizon. This emotion was so raw and so new that she didn’t know really what to do with it. In a way she was overjoyed, and in another way she was terrified. He could crush her if he wanted now, but Larka had never measured him to be a violent type of person. So, this was love, a balance of understanding and trust.

A small tear formed in the corner of her eye, and she blinked it away, smiling. Her nose found his neck and she nudged and nipped affectionately, enjoying the quiet moment that had fallen over them. She reveled in new found love. And with it she knew she would flourish. With this affirmation she felt even more confident in herself, as if with him she could conquer mountains.

Finally she pulled out of the embrace. The sun had begun getting lower in the sky, casting a deep orange color on the trees around them. It almost looked as if they were on fire. But she did not look up at them, her eyes trained steadily on Nikola. ”I am so glad to hear you say that.” She paused measuring her next words. ”I’ve never, felt this way about anyone before. Now, you have my heart.” She attempted to nudge at his chest, as if to symbolize that it was with him now. ”In the same way I have yours.” She gestured to her own. ”Carry it with you wherever you go; and take care of it.” Her lips formed a smile, that was unlike any she had formed before. This was a smile of confidence, of trust, and of love.




you can stay here a while in this hotel heart
people come and they go everyday
I'll never let it get cold or dark or crowded
I'll never give your spot away.


L A R K A
mare / black/white overo / 4 years / belonging to Nikola of the Ridge



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