#deathshymn

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𓂀 the first kiss to her cheek does little to pull madeline from the deep seeded slumber. by the fourth, a soft throaty sound resonates,  and then promptly tapers off before it can escape mouth.   once having been a light sleeper   -   dying has made her sleep like, well,  the dead.   back of hand swipes lazily at eyes to catch the sleep from them,  but her lips are sought out and found for the next offering, before succeeding.  this time her response is a low rich hum that falls just shy of being classified as a moan.   her own breath is stale,  but she doesn’t care.   she once would’ve briskly gotten up and done something about it before basking in this attention,  but now she presses closer.  letting lids droop as she’s drawn back into an almost dream-like state,  because if she’s learned anything since dying :   time is precious and fleeting.     “Hello,”     it’s a sweet,  sleepy greeting,  one that curls up at the edges of her mouth,  but eyes have yet to open.   there’s a familiar ache that lingers between her thighs,  known as satisfaction.   unable to recall the last time she’d awoken to find that pleasant sting of worked muscles and the tacky feeling of dried sweat on her skin,  she doesn’t ponder long.   it would do little more than serve as a reminder of the time between   …   of the eternity weeks they’d spent apart.   but even if you only counted the days since she’d been given a second chance,  it felt like a millennia.     “you’re up early   …   I think?”     oh so slowly do lashes bat heavily as she attempts to meet her gaze.     “What time is it?”

@deathshymn SENT ‘ good morning.   kiss my muse the morning after ’ FROM THIS PROMPT.

[peachfvzz]

@deathshymn loves me

❝ i know i sound crazy right now, but i swear it's true. ❞

[coastercruushed]

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it's only been a few hours since his passing. it was a hard pill to swallow. it seemed the other ghosts watched him like a hawk, ready to bounce on him if he tried to leave the park. ( remus had said it was dangerous, but he was grieving and scared. he wasn't thinking straight. ) he'll pull his sleeves of his large hoodie over his hands, looking to the woman pleadingly. ( please make this a thing that never happened. i want to go back to my mother. )

she turns to face him, his body tense as he stares at her from the gates of the park, not wanting to move forward. ( though, something tells him nimrod or gonzo wouldn't let him step out of the gates. no way. ) he almost looks deflated whenever she mentions this being a permanent holiday. ( his body would soon be discovered and that would make things far too real. ) he'll jump slightly whenever the music and the lights turn on, the sound of the teenagers and the children cheering could be heard. this happened every night. the park always came to life like it was never shut down in the first place. "no, i---....but my mom." his eyes shift towards the reaper, the rollercoaster that took his life that was now roaring to life. "---....it does look pretty dope, though." @deathshymn

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deathshymn SENT ‘ throttle .   aggressively wrap your hands around my muse’s throat ’ FROM THIS PROMPT.

𓂀 “i don’t need to explain myself, tell you where i go, or where i’ve been.”    knuckles blanche as fists clenched at her sides,  with blunt nails bore into heels of palms,  tearing the epidermis,  threatening to sear through that soft flesh.   the pain is not obsolete,  it is grounding   -   offering the stability she should’ve would’ve sought out in theodora’s embrace,  because if she lets herself feel she’s sure her resolve will crumble.   what she isn’t sure of is if they’ll be able to come back from the animosity that’s stained those eyes she loves so desperately black.  and she wonders which will put her in the ground first   -   that thing, that woman - the omen,  or the distance she continues to place between them against her wife’s will.   i have to keep you safe.   this is the only way   -   right?   to ensure you’re out of her reach by forcing you from mine?     “is that what you really want to hear? that i fucked her   -   that i let her fuck me? that i enjoyed it?”     and it happens all at once,  before lashes have the chance to brush the tops of cheeks,  the room blurs around her.   a held breath has been forced from her lungs when back makes contact with the rotting drywall,  and she’s surprised to find she hasn’t been put through it.   when she laughs its more of a cough,  playing off having had the wind knocked out of her,  and it doesn’t help that she’s been gifted a necklace   - a choker -   in the shape of the younger woman’s hands.     “i’d forgotten what this felt like   -   how long has it been since you’ve been this passionate?”

[peachfvzz]

@deathshymn liked this for a PALOMA starter

"people always say they're scared of dead people. isn't that the funniest thing?"

[scyftan]

happy birthday!!!!!!! 🥳💜

thank you so much!! 💜💜💜💜💜

[2ruin]

bites bites bites

licks licks licks. 👅

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@deathshymn, 𓂀 peripheral vision began to blur the moment she’d exhaled that first hit. the obnoxious flashing LEDs making the world glow; that same light bathes theodora in a multicolored halo, and it leaves the older woman dumbfounded in this dreamy haze. “stop!” an unnecessary pause is taken after her wife is cut off to share the revelation madeline deemed far more important at this time. “you look like an angel.”  fingers lift lamely, stuttering in their path as they tiptoe over a collarbone with drunken coordination.

it’s fascinating really, when she thinks about it - of course thinking doesn’t seem to be a strong suit in these conditions: with pulse synchronized to whatever mashup some aspiring disc jockey has blaring, ( creating an oddly pleasant rhythm under skin ) … and tendons detached from bone leaving muscles to weigh heavy in extremities … yet, she doesn’t find herself disturbed by this limbolike state that leaves her vulnerable. if anything, it reminds her of the inebriation that swallows her whole every visit to dead end, just intensified. “do you have any more of those special lollipops?”