Nov 1, 2020
@eximprsnd sent: “ i’m not sure i know who i’m supposed to be anymore. ”
“ the hurt done to you is ... unspeakable, but i can feel it ... oozing away from every pore of yours, making you walking agony, mister luca. ” so lost, oh so lost the souls within those living walls exuding as much of that sempiternal dolor he could see somehow, like pulled heartstrings menacing to snap and recoil and slash in their ricochet ; delicate glimmer of carmine within embalmer’s gray hues, his own a genuine hope, still longterm misplaced. “ i could ... alleviate that, if you so wish. ”