┌ ꒰⍉꒱─ "Now this is the point- you fancy me a mad. But madmen know nothing.".
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Vivienna Elrod is having vivid dreams of a boy with long hair and a messy art studio- so vivid, in fact, she gets dragged right into his school; Nevermore Academy. Wit...
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╭ ❛❛ fell in love with the fire long ago with each love i could lose i was never the same
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CHAPTER NINE WOULD THAT I
IF YOU HAD asked Vivienna what her favorite fruit was before meeting Xavier Thorpe, she would have answered a fig. Never has she tasted the juice of a fig— never has she even seen one, but still, they remain her favorite.
There is something so femininely beautiful about a flower that transforms into a plant by liquefying a female's body; female wasps climb into immature fig plants and lay their eggs there, then wait to die slowly and alone in the grasp of the fruit.
Women are born with pain already built in— dying at the hands of your own consenting liquification seems as painful as possible, yet Vivienna wishes it were her. She wishes she could climb into something beautiful, something like a flower fig, and be reborn as the fruit it bears.
The first blood Vivienna ever spilled was her own, just as her mother, just as her grandmother. Is rage inherited? Is this anger hers, or her ancestors?
Vivienna so desperately wishes she could transgress the borders of this body she was born into and shed her flesh into a new woman, one who loves and lives. And yet, Vivienna feels only guilt. Guilt that her body, her body which is good to her, has such a horrible host.
