❝ My mother was never merciful, you're lucky I found you first. ❞
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❝ My mother was never merciful, you're lucky I found you first. ❞
(by maus.)
❝ I throw my story to the wind, and never will I tell it more. Another one begins. ❞
indie Eleanor Webb rp blog (byzantium)
one-liners, script, Novella, basically any form of writing
open to any fandom
the mun is of legal age
one year of tumblr roleplaying experience, three in total
NSFW + Triggers will be tagged
multi-verse/multi-ship blog
(blog) (rules) (about)
you Kͫͪ̈́̏ͤ̃İ̆̍͌͒҉L̡̄̐͛̓ͮͣĹ̂̈̎̈́͢E͊̉̕D̓̎̔ͣ more people
than you SAVED.
»♛« — ; ❝ Would you be so kind as to show me the way to the nearest hotel? ❞
Trouble by Coldplay
Eleanor could feel the blood thrumming in her veins like the strongest of spirits, it wasn't her own, but it almost felt it could be. It was tendrils of smoke swimming in her body, wrapping around her muscles and vital organs, causing an instant relaxation, limbs that she didn't even know she had flexed were becoming looser.
She remembered how her victim's pulse roiled against her thumb, a faint thump and swell of the neck where she made her mark. The carmine point of her fingernail etched deep into their thin flesh. Drinking their poison, she would live forever while they would not.
And it seems that some things will never change, even when they do. The familiar prayers tumbling out of her mouth before even a single drop of blood is bestowed upon her lips,
❝ I'm sorry, peace be with you. ❞
❝ I throw my story to the wind, and never will I tell it more. Another one begins. ❞
indie Eleanor Webb rp blog (byzantium)
one-liners, script, Novella, basically any form of writing
open to any fandom
the mun is of legal age
one year of tumblr roleplaying experience, three in total
NSFW + Triggers will be tagged
multi-verse/multi-ship blog
(blog) (rules) (about)
There’s blood on my hands { like the b l o o d in you.
I am Eleanor Webb. I throw my story to the wind, and never will I tell it more. Another one begins.
(by BEYOURPET)
My story can never be told.
Byzantium (2013)
No one’s gonna take my soul away