[ defensorx ]
it sits in saccharine S I L E N C E, amusement the dull knife ‘pon which its bubbling laughter D A N C E S. the stillness of the night is its playground, eons old limbs extending out as dripping shadows running from the evening sun. the mansion is cold and empty and D R E A D F U L L Y boring--- but ages spent slumbering have taught even the most V O L A T I L E of beings the importance of patience.
it is waiting there for her, perched ‘pon the bed, vile entirety practically coming U N D O N E with laughter that brays loud enough to fill the world with its hideous sound.
❝ ----- do you oft stay out well past your bedtime? or is it only my own M I S F O R T U N E that kept you so long tonight? ❞
