Abusive lifestyle upon a tragic event of a ceremony that ends in more suffering.
Though with that thought, witness of curses and the following energy your thrown into more pain!
⅄on, ɐɹǝ ıuʇo ɐ ɥoןǝ oɟ ɯɐpuǝss, ʇɥɐʇ ʇnɹus ʎon qopʎ ʇıןן ıʇ qǝups ɟoɹ...
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For where is it okay to start, chewing his nails afraid what his friend may think. Kori sat happily in the bed. Peaking through the small hole that was the room of familiar presence, mistakenly thinking he could do this, that she may handle what spills from his mouth.
What had been allowed to be touched, savored, she didn't need to know that.
Friends are meant to grow upon each other's mistakes and dreams but carefully not build upon those dreams or mistakes. Use as leverage against each other, then it was never meant to be told. Or even be friends.
Wooden boardwalk towards confrontation, allowing himself to walk in but was startled by his appearance by her eyes caught glance of him. It wobbles, the floor as a makeshift bridge which brought him to fall onto her bed. Not to cling for comfort just for safety, holding the sheets tightly though sure not to show his knuckles turn white, Kori Lays besides him, her beck onto the sheets opposite of what Y/N's position was.
Hitching at each mental image, noting trembling to speak almost stuttering but keeping his angelic tone, softness as he tried to form words.
"She's already knows," whimpering as words become visible to Kori's line of hearing.
Starting from where he thought it went wrong, Shadow Lady. Even her grin crept upon his shadow, how it dances from his lie. She wasn't at all at fault for what lead to those events.
All is very first love! One who stripped you naked, pinning you with an iron grip as her head over to where it pleases to feel.
How it felt good~ Wanting more~
Leading for it no longer becoming a problem when you! Yes~ You Y/N, my sweet thing, clever dancing ballet dancer~
When you allowed to be advertised as a prostitute, let all those people choke you, rubbing against your pearl glimmering skin.
"SHUT YOUR DIRTY MOUTH~"
"A LOVELY TIME TO TELL TRUTHS"
Condemning himself more, seeing what he's done as looking up with a face filled of worry, eyes, those ruby stoned eyes at any moment can they shatter as Kori shakes up. Fearful. Saying in undertone, purring as he clutches the bedsheets.
May contain the urge to cling, enrage herself by taking part of his burden. "SHUT UP," clenching on his wrist, boiling anger supported her breath, heavy breezes of snarling flames from her mouth.
Triggering memories of how they held them, his legs, wrist, or neck. Telling her in simple detail but everything sounded more explicit by how he croaks, scratches his knees or face. Expressing himself by little actions, suffering coming to light.
