sorrowful sleep | rusame (DISCONTINUED)
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(ART IS MINE, AND IS OLD) (CRINGE WARN) (ABANDONED)
He watched the gold liquid drip from his hands, standing the grass beneath him. The shades of feathers falling to the floor around him. Covering him in his sins. The gold owned by the two he once looked up to, the memories he cherished of the two fading away like the light in their eyes did. They begged him to shoot an arrow through both hearts, to fix the gold light that ran through every being. As he felt himself slowly crack away from the world. The necklaces fell from his body, into the hands of his love. The love he wasn't meant to love. He felt those arms wrap around his body. Feeling his body fade away, in his very arms.
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started: 11/14/2022
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