Danse Macabre, trash of the count's family

And here, stood a girl in waiting, forced to be in motion.

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━━ to lie in wait
and to be finally
set in motion.

OR:

DANSE MACABRE | Anastasia Henituse have danced with death since she was young. Death was not cold, unlike what most people thought. It was inviting and soft and merciful. She had seen Death take so much and leave so little; an ever so monochromatic presence.

And she was used to it; to be stuck in a monochromatic art called life, and to remain in merciful stasis

Yet Cale Henituse was the opposite of her. He was dynamic, ever changing, ever dissatisfied. He was always moving; always in motion.

It went like this: him and her, life and death, and the dynamics of static.

He could watch the world burn, could bury her alive because the weight on his shoulders was too much, and she'd follow him.

She was fearful, but, with him, hand in hand, beside him; she was unafraid.

So, hand in hand with death, they shall dance together, and watch as the world crumbles.

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but i am unafraid of one thing──
he could tear the world down
could bury me alive under the weight of his sins and i would follow
without blinking.

── i am unafraid with him (j.p.)

CALE HENITUSE / KIM ROKSOO x OC
LOUT / TRASH OF THE
COUNT'S FAMILY
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