‿୨♥୧‿ @shieldoflight — ❝ it is still not too late to abandon this folly. ❞ || asoiaf dance of dragons starters.
“stop it,” a venomous hiss drawn from painted lips. every encounter ended the same; a twisted waltz overflowing with ideals, wishes & dreams. there were some days when the dark maiden was strong enough to endure. ( his questioning, his determination, however, began to fester inside her body as if a disease had taken hold ) but then, on others, fina wanted to wail ( ever the wretched, ever the unrequited one.) & and she knew those cries would be swallowed by time, rewound, repeating on and on. an endless river of her tears, rage, and madness could drown the world.
it was unladylike, unrefined, but the fury that was forcibly ripped out of her body sought relief. she slapped him; the echo of skin against skin made the witch flinch. the burning ache at her palm (nerves seemingly alight with fire and electricity ) brought another wave of irritation. even that was not enough to satiate her.
“ i’ll remind you, time and time again. this is my choice. SHUT. UP. "