envykilled·:
𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 . it is puissant & cursed . how unfitting heartache is ‘pon her . sunlight spilled over skin , heaven’s saccharine beaut . forgiveness sits patiently . she knows naught of petty punishments . she , like eglantines , only knows the act of opening , blooming . ❝ you don’t have to apologize . life gets in the way of things , i understand . ❞ is loveliness a malison ? revel in golden reveries of candied hopes & sung promises , it cannot compare to her euphonious tone . ❝ but of course we can talk . we always can , right ? ❞
aeonian misery drenches itself in aeipathy structure . guilt is part of him like a disease . sinning heart . the revenant boy / the atoner . he has plenty to make up for . ❝ i just , i got a little freaked out . ❞ the matriach witch & her harrowing . she , who wields the scythe over this enhalo figure . the equinox rises & the curtain remains open & he’s center stage . the ground holds many twisting , winding paths for him & he must pick which to take . ❝ but you’re right . we can always talk . we’re friends , right ? even after all the shit i put you through ? ❞
