VIL SCHOENHEIT, —a carcass, soft like a sweet summer day. roses blooming from bruises and irises gleaming dirty diamonds. ambition cascaded around his waist like vermillion poison apples.
enter neige leblanche, THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL. pilgrim hands like silk and dulcet tunes define him the rawest of purity.
neige is divine, a loathe swallows vil whole.
his soul rots like flesh under a punishing sun and he hides golden daggers in between his ribs, ready to strike.
today is the great day of his wrath. the evil queen will carve out snow white's heart and lock it into pandora's box, letting the poison of the apple melt the key.
oh how beautiful it all is.
