Jun 10, 2024
Massacre - Darkness Fell
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Massacre - Darkness Fell
And so she woke up from a dream
That was beautiful starry and so wild
It was all still clear in her eyes
And though her mind was foggy
And blank she wondered why
Her life couldn't be as lovely
It was time...
Darkness Fell, Wolfgang
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♥ She coughed and shook her head, rubbing her eyes." You're strange and cold like my mother."
"Get over it. Not everyone is nice." Ladies and gentlemen: straight from the freezing Arctic waters, Skylar Sharpie. Cue the self-loathing.
♥ "What about breathing your air? Is that rude too?" She puffed out her cheeks, she was trying to ignore the fact she had caught the flu.
"I don’t see your point." Considering that he doesn’t need to breathe, Skylar actually isn’t quite too sure what she means.
♥ A look at her hands, she may have the flu and is out of it at this moment, but she was far from dirty!" I am not filthy! You are just rude." No, no.. Emile you were being rude. She pointed her tiny finger." No!"
"Says the sniveling little shit who’s currently breathing her germs at me. You don’t think that’s rude or disgusting?" He can smell the infection, it really isn’t pleasant. But at least she isn’t a boy—Skylar would be nine times worse is she was.
She then grabbed his wrist and pulled him down to her face, her deep purple eyes narrowed." How old are you.." She was holding back a hiss.
Ah, there it was—that grinding sound in the back of his head, like metal, scraped and crushed and flattened into nothing. Skylar thought it was his nerves, but it was really just his back teeth being pressed too tightly together out of agitation. Fuck it. Distaste for pureblood snobbery be damned, he’s a prince and he has a right to it. “It isn’t any of your business," he said, jerking his arm back. “Keep your filthy hands off of me, or you will lose them."