Spencer & Aria-Pretty Little Liars

pretty little liars rewatch ↳ 2x10

7 years of PLL  ↳ best unintentionally funny lines

Winter

{A sparia-inspired poem}

Frosted glass, tousled hair, steady heartbeats. A rise and fall silhouette lulls itself – placated release, muted grace. Its companion – with chapped lips and a missing sock – stirs. Peeking sunlight casts dispersions across the room like shattered crystal, illuminating the pair of brunette heads. The air is still.

Fluttered eyelids, brown eyes awaken, upturned lips. A low hoarse whisper reaches out, caresses, lingers tenderly across a cheek yet Night’s tendrils hold steadfast. Denial. Yearning. The freedom found in an untouchable state.

Sweet notes – vanilla drifting deliriously through traced sheets, lingering with peppered kisses and twirling fingertips. A moan. A gazing smile. A chilly nose, burrowed.

Whispers of brown hair sprout from underneath the white duvet, and the air is decorated with the soft rustling of blankets. A tender kiss is placed upon heart-shaped lips, and finally, finally, finally, her eyes awaken. Hazel dissolves into chestnut brown. Syncopated rhythms beat steadily.

Lips pressed together again, with force, with want. Distance extinguished. Rolling hips. A ticklish nibble on an ear. The bed dips down and the hazel-eyed figure traces poetry on the other. The letters fall on top of one another; indistinguishable. Like lace, they cover her body and she comes undone.