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id blog
fictionkin [spiritual & psychological]
therian
sys host
minor
ze/hir
"I'd tell you a chemistry joke but I know I wouldn't get a reaction."
Arabella blinked owlishly. On her shoulder, a flower lost a petal.
“Hmm. Carl?”After a moment, she glanced around. A murder of witches hung from the chandelliers, their eyes shinning in that semi-darkness like cat’s eyes. “Please, run.”
I never thought it would be easy to serve God. I just didn't think it would be this hard.
Hwi Noree about God-Emperor Leto, #4 God Emperor of Dune.
"What are you talking about? This is not just a scratch."
“Compared to the marks you have, it is…”
Betty sighed softly, ignoring the cut along her cheek that seemed to reopen every time she moved, and moved to grab the first aid kit she’d loaded up with supplies the first week she’d moved to New York. At the time, she’d hoped she wouldn’t need it… But now, she was thankful she had it.
“Sit down and I’ll patch that for you.” She said softly, trying to hold back tears. How could he do this, day in and day out…? Defending the world was one thing, but to see him in this much danger, and constantly… She almost was afraid they’d never see each other again at this rate. “This might sting, sorry.”
His cell was large, hallways cavernous, the footsteps of the guard echoed. Iron on iron, creaking on its hinges while the cries of his would-be brethren rang out in the dark. They were being dragged god knows where. But he didn't care about them.
Careless. He knew he had been careless, his face twists into a grimace, pangs of hunger stabbing empty against his lower ribcage -- he won't last long in here. They're going to interrogate and dissect him like a rodent. How rare he must be. A vampire that refuses to drink human blood. They’ll want to gather data.
(The wound in his side aches)
But he'd seen Yuu again. The moment had been too fleeting, he'd tasted his steel more than what he wished for -- but he knows he'll fight until the bitter end of it all, thinking of him and trying to reconcile their past. He'll never be allowed here to even say goodbye.
Yuu being alive is enough. He has to repeat that like a mantra. It has to be enough.
You're the smoke to my high, And you're the one I wanna marry.
Cross my heart and hope to die, I'll see you with your l a u g h t e r lines.