♡･ﾟ: * UNPROMPTED ! ┊ always accepting. ↳ @carriedhope has entered the fox den: How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐘, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 ─── 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄, 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐖. Warmth is neither offered nor taken, for sentimental distance permeates each and every gesture that she performs in front of him ; his presence is accompanied by the nauseating stench of cruel death and unfair endings, for he represents the epilogue of a book that ought to have instead continued until the end of times. And yet, mayhap motivated by this INFANTILE CURIOSITY, the vulpine-she does listen to his voice, to each ( sometimes aggressive ) word that now escapes from the confines of his mouth only to afterwards turn to ashes / THE ICE IS CRUEL, IT LISTENS NOT TO THE LAMENTS OF THE SOUL.
❝ You have since long begun MURDERING yourself. The man who now stands in front of me and wields unlimited power ‘pon the palm of his hands is, lamentably, naught but an incomplete version of his true self. ❞ No kind of effort is made to deceitfully sweeten her vocalization, nor is she interested in earning his favor ; it matters not how many armored fools he has lead onto her beloved planet, she has yet to bend to his will. A flicker of fur-coated appendages, languid is the movement of her head as it cants to one side. ❝ Tell me. What will you do, once you will no longer have PIECES of yourself to sacrifice in the name of your ravenous ambition ? The one you have chosen is a treacherous path, one that might solely take rather than giving. ❞
