CARNAL.

                    love me                          til you're dead ----         you will not forget.

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        ❛ i highly doubt you should be doing that. ❜

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                                       I WANT POWER.                                         GIVE IT TO ME.

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LEVIATHAN.

       Buried safely far, far, far down          into the depths of the last Void sea.

                that must be incredibly dull.                     and here i was thinking that gods were more--

                                                          fascinating. 

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I don’t pay attention to the world ending. It has ended for me many times and began again in the morning.

Nayyirah Waheed (via ixstus)

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                                       I WANT POWER.                                         GIVE IT TO ME.

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LEVIATHAN.

H E A T H E N.

          come now, love.

                              where is your sense of fun?

[devorabitur-blog]

casually wipes the dust off of this account

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                 bloody stains mar a lovely visage.                   it can't be helped, for this is her nature.                  what most will ever see is but a pretty face.                  terrifyingly inaccurate, and it cost many their lives.                  the bleeding, woeful image of a being cursed to live                  off the lives of others is far from beautiful.

                                     yet herein the stranger, with hair that dances                                       like flame, still approaches. a strange thing, that.                                      has she come to take her head?                     

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A monster lurks nearby.

              He can feel the discomfort in his shoulders. Though the faces around              him appear human, he could never be always certain. Even the              most trusted could be an enemy. Alas, he sat in silence, watching              those around him drink in merryment and dispair. Yet one seemed to               pull his gaze. Prettier than the working girls that draped over the arms               of drunkards. Much cleaner than most of the others of the room.

                                        How queer?

              However, taking the seat beside her at the bar, he couldn’t help but ask—

❛How is it that a noble woman, such as yourself, find a shithole like this? You can’t be pleased by its anesthetics.❜

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    this place is quaint. 

                 exceptionally, in fact. london wasn't truly her city--                  she, in appearance & in stature, was out of her element.                  found her way to this place-- out of the sun, out of sight.                  dirty, filthy, and the stench. it was horribly unpleasant.                  yet here she remained, content and resigned to stay here.                  safety away from prying eyes. she's overdressed and rather                  unsure, yet a gentleman makes his way to her, seating himself                  across. striking up conversation. hues alight with interest, a glad                  smile blossoming on gossamer lips. 

                                            his was a pleasant voice.

          a dignified gentleman, no doubt well-versed in more dapper ways.

            ❛ true is true, my good man.              i can't say that this place pleases the eye.             i'm flattered you consider me a noblewoman. ❜ 

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   ❛ you're not the one i was expecting, but...            i'll make time. after all, i don't have anything            better to do. ❜

     her tone remains remarkably collected.      not quite letting interest peak through just yet,      but a shimmer of maybe curiosity remained,      clinging to ruby hues with gentle light & acknowledgement.

         ❛ what has brought you to me, exactly? ❜

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pizzashits.

This isn’t all that different from the crowd he’s used to entertaining ( demons really can be quite the rowdy bunch ), and the Mercenary takes it all in stride, shrugging his shoulders nonchalant and generally perpetuating the image of a handsome man out on an unfortunate stroll.

      “ Nah. Can’t be anything too important ‘round here, can there? ”

                  —— a casual, lilting tone,

      “ What’s a lady like you doin’ here, though? ”

                  Ah yes, the art of avoiding questions at the peak of ultimate finesse.

                         at that, there's something of a throaty chuckle.                          oh, legions of hell, this one was rather charming.                          voracious appetite aside, the woman would dare to                          even hope that she could be civil. after all, she was                           never a cruel mistress. at least--- not until provoked.

                   ❛ a lady like me? same as you, perhaps.                          a stroll because i quite frankly have nothing more                          to do with my time. it is currently given that i am not--                          entertaining any guests. ❜

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                 ❛ well, well. what do i have myself here? ❜

       sonorous and wicked. a sweet cream just at the cusp        of going bad. ruby hues alight with deadly fascination.        she could never resist intrigue. thus some would call it        part of her nature. 

                                 ❛ looking for something of value, i wonder?                                       do tell me your name. ❜

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ＮＯＴＨＩＮＧ ᴄᴀɴ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ғʀᴏᴍ ＭＥ.

                                                                               Not men.                                                                                    Not weapons.                                                                                         Not armor.

[princesseiza]

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carnal sins- a mix of lust, sex & religion // listen

"I felt for the tormented whirlwinds, damned for their carnal sins, committed when they let their passions rule their reason.”- Dante Alighieri