Howling Banshee.

French. 20years old. Pansexual. Cursed art student. I crave insanity as much as you crave conformity. Pain or pleasure, sometimes i can't tell. I let my soul scream way to often. Darling you are nothing before me.

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“Why...”

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I’m empty and aching and i don’t know why...

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A dance, a dance to forget, a dance to recreate. From their steps comes a heavy atmosphere. Palpable, murderous,crippling. Indeed they're not lovers but for a moment, only for a moment she allows her heart to lie to herself. A brief romance that lasts few minutes, a song, a night. Who knows? No, she can't, he wouldn't want, this couldn't be. A dance and nothing more. How it is odd to be there, in the arms of a man known for his torture methods. He's gentle, comely,loving. His charm is the greatest force she has seen, his mysterious behaviour makes him even more attractive.

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The music embraces the two tortured soul in a warm and devastating melancholy. She is young, way too young however she knows how much her days are numbered. Death always finds a way, and shows no mercy, especially with executioners. The youth in her veins and on her face means nothing to her, she's been through scenes the majority of people can't imagine. Her soul, her mind, everything in her is old. Her body is just another weapon to lure the enemies a beautiful decoy empty on the inside.

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I’d rather be a forest than a street. Yes I would, if I only could...i surely would.

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His voice is piercing, even his bullets would harm her less. There is something devastating  in his tone, is it the mystery or the past catching up to him? His question froze her blood. Wolf is known for being a femme fatale, however it is nothing more than smoke and mirrors. " I've never.. danced. I'd understand if you decide to refuse..nobody wants to dance with the lethal lady" An unbearable silence clutches her, he accepted the dance.. Following the rhythm her slender legs lift themselves with elegance, leading the sniper closer to her temporary partner. Trying her best to make it unforgettable, the blond can't seem to break eye contact. It's stronger than her, oh how she's weak around him. Alaska is silently watching the triple time dance. Alaska is silently watching the pair shinning. Alaska is silently watching the beauty of the scene. Shadow moses. A cold hearted island where spirits step, kill, love each others. Cheek to cheek the two shooters dance away from this pityful world that is war. For a minute Wolf feels alive, for a minute she know what happiness is, for a minute only the assassin kisses her partner with passion. It's stronger than her, oh how she's weak.

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Procedamus in pace. In nomine Christi, Amen. Cum angelis et pueris, fideles inveniamur. Attollite portas, principes, vestras et elevamini, portae aeternales et introibit rex gloriae. Qius est iste Rex glorie? 

Sade, dis-moi, qu'est-ce que tu vas chercher? Le bien par le mal, la vertu par le vice. Sade, dis-moi, Pourquoi l’évangile du mal? Quelle est ta religion, Ou sont tes fidèles? Si tu es contre Dieu, tu es contre l'Homme. Sade dit moi pourquoi le sang pour le plaisir ? Le plaisir sans l'amour. N'y a t'il plus de sentiment dans le culte de l'homme ?   In nomine Christi, Amen In the name of Christ, Amen

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I wanna use you, and abuse you. I wanna know what’s inside you.

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I do not live. I try to survive.

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