❝ it is either rot with the living, or rot with the corpses
you so recklessly brought to their demise ¡! ❞
ongoing ༉‧₊˚.
𝘊. 𝘗𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦 × 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘖𝘊
Oh, how terrible it is to love something death can touch. That kiss enlaced wit...
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August 30, 1888
A mottle of baby blue and white, blended to fashion to Claire's favourite morning grey, adorned the newborn sky. Sunrise rushed as a glowing tunnel to a world of forever-light, dawning upon the Delacroix manor and drowning it with golden hues. The sun came as if it had missed the sky and brought flocks of birds soaring through the air, who led a gust of warm wind to kiss Claire's cheeks a pink tint, bringing a smile to her gloomy face.
When the berries - red, blue, cream and black - adorn the leaf-blossomed trees, in those precious days while the late summer blooms still sing in vibrant hues, Claire sensed the changing of the season with a steady and warm heart. The Earth brought forth occasional cold gales to dance through the leaves and the bushes of the garden, the rainbow dress of petals ushered to her slumber whilst the gown of brilliant berries at late blooms ascended. Even as summertime nods her sleepy head, the autumnal blooms come to sweeten her dreams.
"Madame Claire~!" yelled the brunette maid, scurrying to her mistress' small, yet tall form gazing upon the terrace and over the back gardens, filled with vibrant prospering fruit. Briar's silky hair bounced up and down as she ran with a lacklustre smile on her face."We've finished arrangin the flowers at the front o' the manor! Yer should go check on the arraengement at the doorway 'cause Lexi keeps havering, its makin' my bloody ears hurt!"