litharinia:

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Even with the recent compulsion to wither away her emotions, he still somehow always brought her walls down. Words didn’t even have to be exchanged to take a large hit at the kingdom. No, all he had to do was simply look at her and it was over. No magic spell on earth could take that away, especially not by Alexian’s hand. “Syth… You have to.” Every emotion that hit her was overwhelming: pain, guilt, sorrow, hate, and even love. For months now she had spent her days alone, absent in her own mind, without a single, lingering feeling crawling up her arm. The sensation felt like she was out in a tidal wave… stuck. The vicious water ripping her back and forth. 

A quiet, itching voice called to her, ‘Don’t you DARE fall into his trap. He left you- TWO times now. You promised you would hate him. WHY AREN”T YOU HATING HIM?!’

“I can’t hate you… No matter what you do, I can’t hate you. Why can’t I hate you?” She took a few steps back and sunk into the large, plush chair behind her just as she tripped, the furniture catching her fall. Balling her firsts, she dug her own nails into the inside of her hand, cutting into the skin with blood staining between her fingers.

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          He was okay before all of this. He didn’t a hint of GUILT or SORROW when he was away because he repressed all memories of them. It was the only way he could handle with the distance between them. But even then, from time to time, he could envision that night in Silvermoon as if it were yesterday. The moment they confessed their feelings for one another ( & the moment when he lost his sense of self when he looked into her eyes ).  ❛ I don’t have to do anything ! ❜ His voice was firm as his beliefs were that she needed support of her emotions or else, she’d go insane. Utterly insane.

          Emerald hues watched her walk away until she fell into the chair behind her as blood slid down her fingers. He could feel his heart rattle within his chest, pain piercing through each heartbeat until he found himself kneeling before her with hands gently placed upon her knees. Hesitation swept across his entire form until he glanced up to her, meeting eye level with the scent of her blood lingering between them. ❛ Same reason why I can’t hate you. Don’t you remember that night in the city? The words we exchanged? That’s why and you know it. ❜    

Blood stained your hands where

❛ the DEVIL is real. and he's not a little red man with horns. he can be beautiful. because he's a fallen angel and he used to be God's favorite. ❜

holy rosaries once touched

independent + private
highly-selective + mutually exclusive
WoW Original Character

est: Dec. 12. 2016

but the darkness. the smell of death.
oh, how it made you feel at home.

Created + Narrated by: Shay