ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏᴜʟ, ʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ.
@sanicura
Bloodied innards were equally comforting as were the books that surrounded her in the library’s shelves. A grand variety to choose from, all appealing but having to find which title will sate her. It’s in that moment she found herself turning once someone passes by, barely catching a glimpse.
White hair, a figure she thought so frail back then -- the ghoul tilts her head, eyes close once recognizing the bewitching scent. Her flesh and bone, calling. She walks, nonchalant; carefree as ever despite the severity of this discovery. She would differ this person no matter their appearance, though what an interesting touch was to denote herself meshed in his essence. And Rize smiles to herself, delighted by this. Back then hunger numbed both senses and mind. She couldn’t think of nothing but her gluttony. Now, she can have the pleasure of having a very much owed conversation with her one and only surviving victim.
Time postponed their meeting for far too long.
He can’t harm her. If he dares, maybe she won’t mind. It’d be hilarious, interesting even. Rize cared not, so long as her boredom dissipated -- everything is valid.
“How fancy meeting you here.”