He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.... She says these words over and over again as she pulled the poison berries off the bush, each one leaving a purple dye on her skin making her abnormal looking.
Her lips dyed purple from the last time she had drank the essence of the berries. The intoxicating taste still laid there on her lips waiting for nothing more than for a kiss of death. Sighing she picks up her basket of poison and goes inside as the harvest moon shines aboive her.
Still saying he loves me, he loves me not. Smirking she cannot wait to make herself as beautiful as the Belladonna berries. Scarlet already looked lovely as ever. Her pale snow colored skin against her raven black hair, cat like green eyes, and lavender colored dress that trailed before her. To people that saw her said that for her age of seventeen she was memorizing and impossible to look away from as if she was beckoning then to have a taste from her poisonous lips.
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Intoxicating Addiction
FantasyA girl who never dies and has acquired a taste for poison berries. And her Prince that wants her dead.
