their tongue tastes of blood as they stare at the screen of the computer , watching the match come to a close. the red screen mocking their own pride DEFEAT. this had been the third loss of the night. twice-born god of night time &. the soil after a flood of silence &. all that is flawed. ❝ hey dude , gg. ❞ they say before turning around to face the person that they had been getting their ass kicked by for the whole night. their face falls when they see just who it was , moving bodies &. quiet insanity of the fair green shrines &. the depths of godly depravity. ❝ i take that back fuck you. ❞ this is why they are not destined to be born again , for they delight in the souls that are too flawed &. torn.
( ❤ / @kalcpsya )












