DYK
PEOPLE SHIP VICTOR FUCKING FRANKENSTEIN W HIS BFF HENERY
OOHH HO HO I KNEW THAT RELATIONSHIP WASNT STRAIGHT
I CANT
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LOVE!
Wings spread wide with glimmering twilight purple feathers, neatly organized yet somehow chaotically messy at the same time.
Her head is held regally, posture calm, confident and relaxed.
Her steps are measured but unpredictable, adding an element of surprise to her gait that forces it's shoulders to rise in wary anger.
Her pitch black robes sweep around her, the fabric sparkling with stars akin to the ender portal's, a matching texture to her void burned palms.
A symptom of living in this wretched vacuum for so long.
Her mask is glowing.
It can't recognize the symbol adorning it.
「⋆」
X.E.Y
BRAIN!
The image, the memory (that's not it's) clatters away.
Someone standing on a stage, posture perfect, anxiety brewing in their gut- a dangerous feeling, a dangerous secret.
Deep blue wings cut with stars, fingertips of black. Feathers brushing the ground, bird-like limbs drooping instead of the elegant half-flare the last possessed.
Like all others before him, purple adorns his robes, twinkling planets marking every inch of the material.
His mask was... closer.
It still wouldn't recognize it.
﹄⋆﹃
Z.E.
HEART!
..
She's childish. It still shows in her messy gait, the stars fully lodged between a dull royal purple, one that had faded with time.
In some way, she holds herself in a royal way, but it's personalized- a spin off straight back and rolled shoulders. Personality that shines through even in the most serious moments, a soul so vibrant not even the mask covering her eyes can conceal it.
Her skin is faded, a grayish play off the color it remembers.
It smiles.
It knows that symbol.
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X.U.N.
CONTROL!
Stood in a rigid manner, darkness creeping up his clothed legs, wings pitch black and vibrant with the light of dying planets.
Dying planets it knows he could feel every single time a dot blinked away.
Wings folded, always folded, eyes that dart around; weary of danger that could never defeat him.
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CAFFINATE!
Relaxed, confident limbs, just as the rest of him. A regal assurance insuring his pretty neon cyan wings stay perfectly preened, neat and organized.
Hands clasped infront of him, the darkness feeding up to his elbows. An ancient soul in a younger body that seems to age faster than its physical counterpart.
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SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨
FanfictionI DON'T KNOW WHY I'M DOING THIS EITHER!! ~ oneshots but they're based on songs :)
