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nobody judge me for my crappy taste in fictional men.
i’m into khr now
this mf really ain’t gonna come home is he?
she feels them before she sees them.
mammon is a chill up her spine, they’re the sudden stiffness of her fingers, and the anticipation that beats against her lungs like a second heart. they’re a ghastly vision sewn into her mind with permanence, and no matter how hard she tugs, she can never unravel them from her thoughts.
it’s insidious. a yearning that carves her down like chisel to stone until she’s merely some thing.
with them, she feels much less real, and yet, in the same breath, entirely alive.
revna turns to them, expectations met as they beam at her and the pitiful flowers gathered in her arms. hell, she fits the part too, doesn’t she? revna is anything but docile, anything but obedient. she resists like she was born for war, as if she clawed out of her mother’s womb, greedy for a taste of the world, the sweet tang of the air. it doesn’t seem like they see that though. or they do and they disregard it.
it’s a feeling she despises.
behind them, the sun dips towards the ground. a hint of dusk spilling into the sky in shades of orange and yellow. the entire aesthetic is off.
“i’m surprised you would come to one of these events,” she mutters. she despises this too: being the first one to speak, words spilling from her mouth as if they’re desperate to be heard. it feels too much like yielding, but then again, many things with mammon make her feel small. as if she was in their submission long before she could claim a lick of independence.
“but maybe i shouldn’t be. funerals, i suppose, are befitting for a demon like you.”
ft. MAMMON
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send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.
I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).
"esse jogo tá me deixando puto." ele não quer só um gol, quer incontáveis.