Nov 25, 2019
Death’s Name Aesthetics: Them
“Show yourself!” I cried.
The darkness writhed, curling like a much-too-wide smile.
“You want me to take some weak human form just so you have a face to punch.” Laughter, like a knife through parchment. Amused. “You forget. I know how you think.”
I bared my teeth. “You’re scared.”
“Oh how you wish. How nice to pretend so deeply that you aren’t a puppet on strings. That you could even land a hit.” A smile formed in the darkness, flashing white and blinding, and dripping liquid black. “Come at me, then, little puppet.”
Another aesthetic that not everyone asked for but y’all deserve.
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