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OUR BODIES - : light harnessed , light- thrashed  . . .

[mooonburn]

𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔦 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 , 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞 , 𝐭𝐯 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 ! 

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( carrd . . . )   /  blog for rose tyler

[b4dwo1fa]

𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥  ?  a tragedy condemned to repeat itself again and again ? 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙨 . something dead which still seems to be alive . 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡 … ( personals dni )

[b4dwo1fa]

𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥  ?  a tragedy condemned to repeat itself again and again ? 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙨 . something dead which still seems to be alive . 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡 … ( personals dni )

[b4dwo1fa]

𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥  ?  a tragedy condemned to repeat itself again and again ? 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙨 . something dead which still seems to be alive . 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡 … ( personals dni )

[mooonburn]

yes I am once again painting my oc

[ohisms]

↪     𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺  ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ .    (  a  collection  of  50+ kiss prompts .   feel  free  to  specify  the  initiating  muse .  potentially  nsfw  content  within .   will  be  updated .)

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for .

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare ,  spin the bottle ,  etc ) .

kissing your lover to show you forgive them .

neck kisses that turn into love bites .

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them .

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them .

a last kiss before one goes away .

biting your lover’s lip amidst a kiss .

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears .

a kiss while being reunited after a long time .

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy .

a kiss while slow dancing .

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger .

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight .

kissing them to shut them up .

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning .

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain .

kissing your partner to seal a marriage .

a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim .

a kiss to resolve suppressed romantic/sexual tension .

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay .

kissing the top of their head as you hold them .

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers .

stolen kisses while hiding away from a crowd .

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains .

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun sets .

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand .

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out .

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps .

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss .

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them .

a kiss after joining your lover in the shower .

a kiss after receiving good news .

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends .

a kiss shared between enemies during combat .

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them .

a kiss after a devastating event ,  meant to comfort .

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party .

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing .

a kiss between two people in a fake relationship .

a kiss that seals a promise .

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning .

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them .

kissing the tears from their cheeks .

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body .

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation .

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast .

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work .

a kiss shared while holding your dying lover .

[kamomeusart]

[mooonburn]

❛ – — i realize how naive it sounds now but , i started because i hoped it would make me feel closer to mister kougami , that somehow it could help me understand him . ❜ the shape of a laugh trembles and hesitates in her voice , a wavering dark sound smothered by a long draw off the cigarette . this is a ritual with pavlovian results , the heady smell of smoke sedates her fraying nerves with remarkable efficiency - in its wake the wanting comes in waves and akane misses shinya kougami just as sharply as the day she found his letter and his absence . an ineffable quality of vulnerability spreads like a dark stain in her eyes as she meets @unspector steady gaze with a quivering cynical smile .

[unspector]

it amuses him in the same way it worries him, the irony of it all. he hadn't needed to ask kougami why he started smoking, hadn't even needed to ask what brand it was that he had chose — the same pale blue package that akane had shoved back into her pocket moments before. the loss of sasayama outlasted kougami's place within the mwpsb, outlasted his blind rage and his selfish revenge. the cycle of it twisted inside him and now, with the freedom to do so, he is acutely aware that he never truly grieved sasayama. as with everything else that threatened to cloud him, he had pushed it out of his mind. he displaced his own grief with the anger he felt at kougami and it had made it all the more ardent. it was meaningless to hold regrets at that point, but the discomfort lingered regardless.

he eyes her silently for a long moment, nose crinkling slightly at the offending smoke despite being more than used to it by then. he considers his words carefully, does his best to gauge how to express the balance of understanding and displeasure that he wished to convey. allowing her to linger on the memory of a lost cause wasn't a good idea, but he understands all too well the empty space he left. ❝ HE'S NOT WORTH RISKING YOUR HEALTH. ❞ he sighs, looks away from her then. ❝ THERE'S NO UNDERSTANDING A MAN LIKE HIM. HE'S... HE'S LOST HIMSELF, AKANE. HE MADE HIS DECISION. NOW WE HAVE TO LIVE WITH IT. ❞

[mooonburn]

grief akane thinks , is the wolf in sheeps clothing - the serpent beneath the flowers waiting to strike mercilessly . there is a false sense of security that accompanies the passage of time however , that is assuming the laws of time apply to such abstractions as emotions . incidentally , they do not . the intensity of its bite does not lessen even when the frequency of its onslaughts do - in the end teeth are still teeth and to draw blood - to ravage and wound is their purpose , that does not mean it doesn't hurt .

in akanes line of work it seems ghosts and the beasts of grief they breed keep piling up , each time she shapes a grief into something manageable there is more and it is new and it is so sharp , so cruel . if nothing else there is a bleak kernel of comfort to be found in the shared understanding it brings them both . without looking up akane can feel the disapproval in ginozas lingering stare but , it is the hesitation that follows that elicits a more sincere smile . ❛ – — i knew you would say something like that mr. ginoza . i appreciate your concern for my well being but , i am okay . you can check my hue if you want to . ❜ akane looks up at gino now , smiling faintly still , ❛ there is merit to understanding the way that mr. kougami's mind works , not perhaps in trying to understand why he made the choices he did but , in his understanding of the minds of criminals . ❜

[ppdaily]

Psycho-Pass Providence

[mooonburn]

wip of miss tsunemori..

[mooonburn]

❛ – — i realize how naive it sounds now but , i started because i hoped it would make me feel closer to mister kougami , that somehow it could help me understand him . ❜ the shape of a laugh trembles and hesitates in her voice , a wavering dark sound smothered by a long draw off the cigarette . this is a ritual with pavlovian results , the heady smell of smoke sedates her fraying nerves with remarkable efficiency - in its wake the wanting comes in waves and akane misses shinya kougami just as sharply as the day she found his letter and his absence . an ineffable quality of vulnerability spreads like a dark stain in her eyes as she meets @unspector steady gaze with a quivering cynical smile .

[mooonburn]

“ 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 ? 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 , 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐞 - 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 ? ” theres a subtle and growing desperation spreading fast like a stain on her voice , her eyes burn with unwavering intensity and alina does not so much as blink as she bores the weight of her stare on vladymir . her eyes say so much that her words fail to - they say ‘ 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 , 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 , 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 . ‘ and she realizes he still wants more , would still take more if there was any more of her to give away . now alinas anger burns anew , at the foolishness of her own naïveté and at the death of her hope - how she bore it like a cross around her neck to serve as a reminder of the pain hope could leave in its wake . at once she abandons her silt eyed pleading , the rind of tenderness that lined her voice only moments ago is gone and alina is the edge of a sword again - that cold immaculate mask of hers absolute . “ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 . 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 . 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 . “ her voice is sweeter now , cloying and low but sharp all the same - her eyes glitter with lurid satisfaction . there is an undeniable cruelty in the observation , although no less true for it . alinas lips pull back from her teeth in something meant to resemble a smile and something about it is wrong , predatory somehow , completely absent of mirth - a barren winter thing , haunting in its brilliant beauty .

[orubors]

THERE IS SOMETHING GANGLY IN THE FOCAL STEAD , BROODING SOMETHING FEVERISH AND EXCITED. HE FAILS TO MEET IT   .   

..    OR MAYBE THERE IS PRECAUTION IN THAT;   A FEAR, THAT HAS NETTLED ITSELF IN HIM A CRUX. THE WHITE-RABBIT OF HER EYES CLEAN YET INHABITBLE. HE WONDERS WHAT MADE ALINA SKEW THIS WAY WITH A DIGUSTING DISTORTION ⥋  CLOUDLESS AS THE HEAVENS SHE SNOWPLOWS HIM.      HE THEN REALIZES SHE IS THE FEAR NOW AND IT PERPLEXES IN THE WAY THAT IS BOTH UNSEAMLY AND INTRUIGING. THE TENSILE DUALITY OF EXPERIENCING THE DEATH WHICH ALTERS HER. AND HOW SHE WEARS IT LIKE A THICK SMELL. DARK ORCHID AND FLUX; THE TEMPER-LICK OF BLACKBERRY WINTER   . 

  ”                   SHUT YOUR LYING MOUTH.      ”            ..    

THE ANIMAL REPELS THE DEFORMITY.  HER ARTIFICE.    IT IS SICK AND DYING; AS GOOD AS ROT..   IT IS NOT SOMETHING SUSTAINABLE. IT IS NOT NATURAL   ⥋        VLADYMIR SINKS SORT OF COWARDLY IN THAT SUSPENSE.      THE LEVER OF HIS FACE CONTRTING WITH AN UN-NATURAL CROOK.         THE INSULT CONVEYS BUT THE POINT ITSELF MOLLIFYS UNDER THE IDIGNANT POISE OF ITSELF ..     ”                   YOU SERVED A PURPOSE IN LIFE;  THAT SHOULD BE GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU AND IT ISN’T. ”                 

GOOD AS DEAD. FIGURATIVE AND LITERAL HERE. THE APETITE OF LIFE WITHIN THAT REFUSES TO SETTLE.    ”    YOU AND YOUR APPARITION FUCK OFF,  IF ITS A PROPER BURIAL THAT YOU WANT I CAN DO IT.  WHATEVER IT TAKES TO GET YOU OUT OF MY HEAD, OUT OF MY HOUSE.         ”     WITH IT THE MANGLED REMNANTS OF THE WOMANS OLD CORPSE;    TOSSED TO THE TOES LIKE ROSES.  A PUTRID ILLUSTRATION OF THE CURRENT ENDEARMENT .. WRAPPED UP IN THIS INELEGANT MOTH-EATEN VALUABLE .. AND A FARCE LAUGH THAT COULD PUNCTURE A STEEL LUNG   . 

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”       TRUST ME YOU DID NOT HAVE TO CRAWL YOUR CREEPY ASS IN BED WITH ME TO GAVEL. TAKE EVERY PIECE. TAKE A GOOD LOOK ALINA, ITS OKAY .. THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL BONES. SO PRECIOUS AND RARE TO EVEN LOOK AT THEM, AND TO THINK I WAS GOING TO MAKE A CENTERPIECE OF THEM IN HERE  .   ”   

[mooonburn]

THERE IS A DISTINCT JUNCTURE WHERE VAGUE UNEASE MORPHS VIOLENTLY INTO ABJECT REPUGNANCE IN THE WHITE MOON OF HER HUSBANDS BELOVED FACE . HUNGER WAS A SEED THAT LIE MOSTLY DORMANT IN THE BODY OF ALINA VASILIEV FOR THE FIRST 18 YEARS OF HER LIFE - MARRIAGE AND HER SUBSEQUENT DEATH FERTILIZED THE SOIL . WHITE JASMINE FLOWERS OF EMPTINESS OPENED INSIDE HER - BRIMMING WITH GOLDEN POLLEN THAT GERMINATED A LUSH GARDEN OF TITANIC APPETITES INSIDE OF HER .

" of course it was not enough , " BRITTLE AND BITING AS WINTERS IMPENDING DESCENT RATTLES THROUGH THE DYING LEAVES - MINGLING WITH A GROWING SYMPHONY OF CATACLYSM THAT ONCE HAD BEEN ONLY A FAINT MURMUR AND NOW THE PITCH OF IT WAS DEAFENING : UTTERLY UNAVOIDABLE . " i was a tool and nothing more , tell me would that be enough for you ? " ALINA SHAKES HER HEAD SHARPLY , THE QUESTION UNDOUBTEDLY RHETORICAL . " it would not be , you are as hungry as i , it is what keeps you climbing on your knees at the altar of me - dead or alive , it does not matter . "

SHE SMILES AGAIN , A FERAL SHOW OF TEETH - THE SOFTENING ATROPHY OF HER EYES IS NEARLY PITYING . THE REVELATION THAT SHE IS ONLY A FABRICATION OF MOONLIGHT AND CONTRITION TO VLADYMIR IN THESE MOMENTS IS BOTH GRATIFYING AND PALTRY - A FAR CRY FROM THE ELATION ALINA ANTICIPATED . HER GRASP IS A STEEL TRAP THAT SINKS ITS TEETH DEEP INTO HIS JAW , LEADING HIM DOWN ROUGHLY LIKE A DOG DANGLING OFF THE LEASH OF A HARD HANDED OWNER . " is this real enough for you ? i am real and alive and i have come for you . " ALINA SNATCHES ONE GREAT HAND AND PRESSES IT TO HER CHEST - JUST ABOVE HER HEART THAT THRUMS STEADILY THERE .

[mooonburn]

𝔩𝔢𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 .  for the glory that coats them hides the pain , suffering and death that spun them .

[mooonburn]

I swear I’m gonna b active here again soon- I finally got moved into my new apartment. also : like this for a small starter - capping at 5. Specify muse pls ❤️

[mooonburn]

I swear I’m gonna b active here again soon- I finally got moved into my new apartment. also : like this for a small starter - capping at 5. Specify muse pls ❤️

[resourcesinblue]

DEATHLESS.

the following prompts were taken from the novel deathless by catherynne m. valente, an american novelist & poet. the novel was loosely based on the tale of koschei the deathless, incorporating other elements of russian mythology, & setting it against the backdrop of the russian revolution. feel free to change the pronouns / prompts as you see fit, but be warned – below the cut, it’s quite long !

❛ the service of your body is not yours to give as you please. ❜

❛ you probably won’t survive. ❜

❛ go. run. don’t look behind you. ❜

❛ i have come for the girl in the window. ❜

❛ i will never be without information. ❜

❛ i will see him with his skin off before i fall in love. ❜

❛ if the world is divided into seeing & not seeing, i will always choose to see. ❜

❛ secrets are jealous things, permitting no fraternization. ❜

❛ no, it’s not like that, when magic comes. ❜

❛ magic does that. it wastes you away. once it grips you by the ear, the world gets quieter & quieter until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜

❛ the sight of it bruised my heart so that i cannot think about anything else. ❜

❛ i’ll be so quiet, i’ll never talk again. ❜

❛ keep me & obey me, for i am your husband, & i can destroy you. ❜

❛ i shall be clever, & i shall not let him go. ❜

❛ it is a new world, & we do not wish to be left behind. ❜

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[orubors]

𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 - a creature under the hand of god but , somehow the way that he cried was so sad that she could help being moved no more than she could help breathing . she had the look of a wounded bird , 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 and hangs her head like the sea fairing harbinger of death - the mighty albatross . how lovely she looks like this , wet eyed and cowed into submission - utterly debased at the immensity of her ardor for he and he alone . there is a river of his making hallowing a path straight through alina in the unperturbed and unrelenting singularity of a force of nature . there is something vast and hungry inside those waters , something vast and hungry inside of her . ‘ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐲? 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭? ’ she asks it so quietly , hardly more than a whisper , voice raw and thick choked out around the immensity of her fear . baleful , beloved is he , love and hatred unleash utterly pointless war for dominion of her heart and the wild cycle of thrashing emotions leaves alina lethargic - spent to a placidity rarely observed in her. @obouros

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i haven’t found it in me —    it may not even exist;   if it did it would be some loose thread.    some form; but not a key.  tied at the peroration of my organs, coated by all the sludge within me. black     ,                   cold;  antidotal as a lethargic touch to excess belladonna.     to want for this;   this anti-symbiotic ..  how do you want death this way?      to churn ignorance to it is one thing;    to know it all too well     ,                    another.     and so she does know this.     in all it’s threadbare horror.     in their rotten rings and replaceable body-parts.      it makes you no better than me,    at what point do you realize you aren’t some decapitated bird?          batting all around headless and sorry.       bleeding in the water.    and you can tell how it declines him;   vladymir    ,                   knowing him as you do.    that the seldom affectionate wordspan does not hold over too well.    what response did you think you’d get?      other than this lazy     ,                   suspired drone of confusion and gerund.                     ‘                     what?          ‘              we did more than i wanted to do.        yes;   we are too good at scratching each other at the throat —        it was not that unseamly that this sort of augment tantrum occured;    calcified us back into our vows.       you know that he regrets it;       shame altering his features in homely candlelight.      you do not go to bed with evil;     you don’t even think of ingesting it.   or touching it’s tongue.  coddling up with it.             ‘                     you know better alina.     so don’t ask me that.          i don’t want this.                   and i don’t want you.           ‘    

[mooonburn]

" 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 ? 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 , 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐞 - 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 ? " theres a subtle and growing desperation spreading fast like a stain on her voice , her eyes burn with unwavering intensity and alina does not so much as blink as she bores the weight of her stare on vladymir . her eyes say so much that her words fail to - they say ‘ 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 , 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 , 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 . ‘ and she realizes he still wants more , would still take more if there was any more of her to give away . now alinas anger burns anew , at the foolishness of her own naïveté and at the death of her hope - how she bore it like a cross around her neck to serve as a reminder of the pain hope could leave in its wake . at once she abandons her silt eyed pleading , the rind of tenderness that lined her voice only moments ago is gone and alina is the edge of a sword again - that cold immaculate mask of hers absolute . “ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 . 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 . 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 . “ her voice is sweeter now , cloying and low but sharp all the same - her eyes glitter with lurid satisfaction . there is an undeniable cruelty in the observation , although no less true for it . alinas lips pull back from her teeth in something meant to resemble a smile and something about it is wrong , predatory somehow , completely absent of mirth - a barren winter thing , haunting in its brilliant beauty .