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the incessant ringing of his voice played over and over like a favorite song in her head; one you couldn’t shut up or stop singing along to. the tune played forward and backwards as if she riding an endless carousel. your presence s i c k e n s me. pesky fingers balled into fists as she threw another hit, aiming all her force in his ribs with one blow. his scent was intoxicating, and she couldn’t get enough of it, but would he ever know that? of course not. the erasing of her emotions left her cold and bitter, though she wasn’t naive to her recent feelings for him that tried their best to surface. hate and agony cascaded everything overall if anything. “tell me how much you love me, Syth. you think you can change my will? time’s have changed, baby. the litharinia you knew is GONE.”

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                    and  in  a  matter  of  seconds,  he  could  feel  his  walls  rise  around  him  as   POISONOUS  WORDS   shot  out  from  her.  never  once  caring  about  who  they  were  aiming  for  ;  yet  had  she  ever  cared  ?  as  long  as  she  had  her  point  was  made,  she  had  no  use  of  explaining  herself.  and  never  once  had  he  ever  wanted  her  to  do  so,  but  he’d  be  damned  if  someone  were  to  take  her  from  him.   NOT  WHEN  HE  HAD  HER  FIRST,   before  anyone  else.  but  he  knew  allowing  her  to  hit  him  wouldn’t  make  matters  any  better.  fingers  wrapped  around  her  wrist  firmly  as  feet  brought  him  behind  her,   SECURING   her  wrist  tightly  by  her  neck.    ❛  if  my  PRESENCE  SICKENS  YOU  so  much,  why  are  you  still  wasting  your  time  then  ?  answer  me  that,  hm.  ❜    lips  rested  sweetly  against  her  ear  before  letting  her  go;   DISTANCE  FORMING  BETWEEN  THEM.   tongue  slipping  between  bloodied,  torn  lips;  cleaning  them  of  the  sanguine  liquid  that  oozed.  it  was  a  taste  he  grew  accustomed  to.    ❛  cause  if  this  so-called   NEW  LITHARINA   took  over  the  old  one,  she  would’ve  left  by  now.  just  like  the  rest  !  ❜

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