❝ She adored the way the sunlight captured the woman's features - so beautiful and mighty. The way her pitch black hair fell in her face and made it look like a work of art. In Calliope's mindset there was nothing that could ever top her own beaut...
and I know it's long gone and there was nothing else i could do and i forget about you long enough to forget why i needed to
𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 ‒ 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭
𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
" it was her blood that painted the roses red "
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𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐄
𝟗 𝐀𝐁𝐘
"WOULD you kill for me?"
The smile that played at Calliope's blood-red lips was as sharp as the knife hidden under her sleeve, cutting at her features like a deadly weapon.
Her presence in this lonely cantina in Freetown was like the first ray of sunshine after a long night ‒ glowing and attention-drawing.
The woman's index finger slowly ran over the rim of her glass, never breaking eye contact with the man sitting next to her at the bar.
He leaned forward, almost enchanted, a small, breathless yes escaping his parted lips.
Calliope raised an eyebrow in a playful manner, her long fingernails scratching over the man's cheek. "Would you bleed for me?"
"Yes." It was so desperate, almost like he was begging.
She loved it when they begged.
She was like a immaculate rose in the eyes of every man she had ever passed
But even the most beautiful rose had its thorns.
Her hand slowly crept down to his neck and the man was so distracted by her eyes that he didn't notice the knife slip out of her sleeve and almost graze his skin.
"And would you die for me‒"
A gloved hand grabbed the man roughly by the shoulder and pushed him out of his seat.
