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all i'm left with is all i know.
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𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞.

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[* the goddess would find the abomination’s proposition amusing, not allowing the emotion to be present on her own features. she is the god of such agony; the deity of which the other speaks of. ]

sheppard me. show me pain and suffering.

[* intrigued, she entertains the gesture. ]

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lime green stems soon turn a sickish yellow, then a hallowed grey. with only the slightest movement of a finger, the bouquet would break into ash, disappearing in the calm wind.

her eerie tune grows quiet upon hearing a voice behind her. with a breath, she turns.
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you live forever, yet you imply you keep your relationships finite.

i’d be lying if i said that isn’t strange. i don’t believe someone of immortality really needs to bend to a mortal moral. is it… to have memories to look back on?

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[* the swordswoman would look to… the thing. a shimmer of disgust apparent through her eyes as she stares at such a vulgar and abominable display. ]

and by that, you mean..?

isn’t there a type of beauty in that despair? knowing that you, yourself, must witness all those around you die.

it brings a type of pain and suffering that’s unmatched. the yearn for companionship whilst treading the universe on a dark and lonely path.. it brings such a pit in the stomach.

archie / terry [18+] (they/them)

lover of all things horror!
a freelance musician
will bring down the establishment.

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