❝ 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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Ups! Tento obrázek porušuje naše pokyny k obsahu. Před publikováním ho, prosím, buď odstraň, nebo nahraď jiným.
Ups! Tento obrázek porušuje naše pokyny k obsahu. Před publikováním ho, prosím, buď odstraň, nebo nahraď jiným.
Death creeps upon the lady, no longer painted crimson but embellished in white gowns and satin sheets. She lays there in her coffin, a smile painted on her lips no more, but a mere, resting gise she'd stay in forever until her corpse rots and melts into a pile of dust. The church bells ring gloomily into the afternoon, awaiting the selfish raindrops to fall from the sky to honour her who has passed. Claire pondered, if the madame had chosen peace instead of mourning, should she still stand alive? No, could they have even met her? Angelina acted in grief, what a foolish thing to do. However, could Claire, who had been just another mortal, even criticise her for doing so? The young girl had truly been such a hypocrite when she knew better than her dear Madame Red.
Royal blue stared right back at hers, and as the girl in front of her sighed, so did she. The girl tugged at her uneven strands and stared at them through her vanity mirror. The unruliness of the cut had her breathing heavily, yet she could not tear her eyes away from her reflection, as if her hair would get any shorter than half of it already were. It didn't seem to grow back long any time soon, but she could not bring herself to get the longer half cut short too. The remnants of last night's events were evident on her appearance, counting the scratches on her cheek and the scars on her palm from the dagger, they all stuck with her like stains and remembrances of Angelina—A knock at the door softly echoed in her closet, yet she stayed stuck in place.
