㉇ . 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋 (平行世界が衝突する！)
皇帝にひれ伏す ；🕷️ ✶. まだ恋をして.✹
666-god-divinity 🕸️ worlds realign.
in another world, twisted and burning under a different sky, the phantom troupe was reborn-same names, same bloodlust, but every one of them flipped. me...
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ii. 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐀, (✧. 人を殺す女たち. 🫀)
CLAUDIA felt it before she understood it. something low and unfamiliar twisted beneath her ribs as she watched him—chrollo—stand beneath the moon as if he'd been carved from the damn thing. it wasn't desire, not exactly. it wasn't longing either. it was something older. something rawer. something that slithered up her spine and whispered her own name back to her in his voice.
she blinked it away like blasphemy. now wasn't the time for soft things. and yet—gods help her—he moved like a psalm and stood like a hymn. with every quiet motion, every still breath, he exuded a grace that crawled under her skin. no fanfare. no need. just presence. like he knew he was meant to be followed. like divinity was a crown he never asked for but wore anyway. and beneath that still surface—she could feel it—a mind as sharp and hungry as her own, dressed in silk and waiting.
a soft smile ghosted across her lips and was gone before it could mean anything. maybe it was amusement. maybe it was awe. maybe it was the quiet thrill of meeting someone stitched from the same sacred wrongness as herself. maybe it was something deeper—something that curled in her gut and threatened to bloom if she named it.
but names had power. and she'd bled too much to surrender hers. so she watched instead. silent. holy. hungry. duty before desire. she'd written that vow in blood long ago, and not even this strange mirror of a man could make her break it.
still.
there was a part of her—a traitorous, trembling sliver—that wanted to see what would happen if she stepped into the light. if their eyes met. if their truths collided.
so she let him remain unaware. for now.
let him be untouched by her gaze while she peeled back his secrets one by one. if alliance came, so be it. if war, even better. but oh—how she longed to test the fault lines between them. to see if he cracked the same way she did.
