TRAITOR! YOU LIED TO ME! / you can kill me. / .. what? no. / you can kill me, for everything you did to me to keep me alive this long .. you may slay me and take the enchanter. / ..no. i can't. i literally can't. i can't do it.
put your ear to my heart or set your teeth against my throat, give me something pretty to wear beneath my blood—stained clothes .. my darling, the devil knows my name.
i've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel, it's all that i can give to you, my dear. and when you come in quick to steal a kiss, my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear.
@happyROME0
what a beautiful piece. it looks awesome. ♡
"you are allowed to watch the sun swallow him whole and burn him up, to stain your fingers to the bone holding him together, to count the constellations in his eyes as they blink out." :)
start by wiping the blood off of his chin and pretending to understand. repeat to yourself, 'i won't leave you, i won't leave you' until you fall asleep and dream of the place where nothing is red.
i've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel, it's all that i can give to you, my dear. and when you come in quick to steal a kiss, my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear.
and i want your violence, your silent sedation, your moon eyes, your telescope, morbid fixation. and i want your pyro, your born—again virgin, your hands on my insides, your fingertips crawling.
and i want your violence, your silent sedation, your moon eyes, your telescope, morbid fixation. and i want your pyro, your born—again virgin, your hands on my insides, your fingertips crawling.
you speak my name and the dead thing in my chest flickers, an ember quivering forgotten in the heart of a lump of coal. my body comes to your command like a dog at hell.
put your ear to my heart or set your teeth against my throat, give me something pretty to wear beneath my blood—stained clothes .. my darling, the devil knows my name.
i've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel, it's all that i can give to you, my dear. and when you come in quick to steal a kiss, my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear.
there is a version of this story where the ending is unbloodied and forgiving and we learn peace, or at least stillness and quiet. but my love, we are not the gentle version of this story.