HER EYES ARE DULL, empty. haunted by the mistakes she’s made and the retribution she’s found. hands stained crimson from blood shed by a beast intent on taking; head filled with screams of pain and pleasure. yet a lone tear clings to her eyelashes as gentle fingers trail across letters etched in stone, a betrayal of the hurt locked deep inside her broken heart. allison. the name alone serves as a fresh reminder of why she does it -- why the raw power coursing through her veins is necessary, a gift. a promise of a better tomorrow, where pain is but a distant memory and she is the one stealing final breaths from vicious enemies.
as if on cue -- footsteps. light rustling of neatly trimmed grass and a sudden lingering power that reminds her of the demons lurking within her own mind. ❛ you know, subtlety has never been your strong suit. ❜ she doesn’t even look up from where she crouches, her palm moving to press flat against cool stone as her gaze lingers on her best friend’s name. ❛ if you’re here to have another little chat about my potential, i’m not in the mood. save it for another day. ❜
@defiesdeath
