﹒ ✶ ██ IN DEATH, IN WAR (𝑖) ⸂ ˡᵒˢᵗ.

// if it is not then this would be so embarrassing

@damndsouls ‎ᅠ                her fingers instinctively snapped to the blade strapped to her right ribcage beneath the wool coat, the cool metal reassuring against her palm. her sharp eyes studied the hellhound, observing it with a mix of curiosity and caution. noting no immediate threat,        talia allowed her posture to relax—-though only slightly. she remained on edge, her instincts sharpened from years of surviving the unexpected. she had been watching him from the shadows, silently drifting through the darkness, careful never to reveal herself. yet, this encounter had caught her off guard. her question lingered on the tip of her tongue, unspoken but pressing—-a quiet curiosity about why he seemed so at ease in a place so vastly consumed by darkness. surely, he understood the dangers that lurked here.          “i was merely passing by,” she said, her voice carrying a faint trace of a lie as her gaze shifted to the woods around them. the moonlight provided little illumination, its faint glow swallowed by the oppressive shadows of the forest.        continuing her journey would be futile in such conditions.

@tyrians           “somewhere safe,” she answered, her tone soft but guarded. her gaze flicked toward him, lingering for a moment before sweeping across the dimly lit room. the scent of aged wood and faint herbs lingered in the air,         the crackle of a dying fire the only sound between them. “it’s not much, but it’ll hold.” she moved toward the narrow window, her silhouette outlined by the moonlight seeping through the cracks. “you looked like you could use the quiet,” she added, her words deliberate,        though her eyes betrayed a flicker of something else—-perhaps curiosity, or perhaps a deeper intent. “don’t tell me you’re uneasy.”

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            ‎ᅠ       ‎⠀⠀⠀⠀〝   ⁦‪PASSION.⠀‬⁩ ⠀ ⠀     ⋆ 
            fruitful lungs of passion infused with the lust of darkness, spill poison. to be consumed fiercely, to be lamented in agony, the fury of mourning is boundless sky. it hurts, it tears at his flesh and he begged for mercy, but would you? stifle, yearning. the earth couldn’t handle the source of my misery, nay. the mourning soul drenched in darkness could only ever find refuge in the one who drowns me,        but was i the consuming one or he? was i the broken, shattered by my own hand? or the one i left, empty and hollow inside.

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            ‎ᅠ       ‎⠀⠀⠀⠀〝   ⁦‪ISOLATION.⠀‬⁩ ⠀ ⠀     ⋆ 
            the futile rage of madness, the true onslaught. are we eager for power? in hunger we search the vast earth,       in desire we turned to greed, in selfishness we turn into monsters. isolation pricks at your skin. it claws at the void inside. it screams at the agony aflame. the pulse of life thrummed beneath my fingers—-       a livid life coursing with blood and a divinity i loathed. so it begins. the darkness clouds the minds of humans.          the devil cloaks himself in beauty, utters whispers of paradise; a promise left unfulfilled.

⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀⠀   ⠀ ©  TOKYO . GHOUL,
            ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀death ( 鬼 ) versatile. 

  the poison will.

@hertcxins             oh?    and you think that’ll keep me away?

  you're not welcome in the gardens.

⠀⠀⠀╱⠀⠀⠀no   /j

  ⋆   OH EM GEE.