time-ticking bomb,
@ccxanthea
destruction and the dark goes well together, both bringing forth misery and hopelessness to innocent villagers and mortal royalties. centuries ago she was free, wreaking havoc as her heart tells her to do, squeezing joy out of humans until only a solemn and hollow shell was left, and desperation that pushes people to go beyond their limits and losing their humanity. awful, she was, like a rotting fruit whose smell stings the nose and twists the gut.
but all bad things come to an end and she soon finds herself captured on a small plane of paper. mind goes blank and words don’t work (not that she spoke a lot), but all that she knew was that she’s going to win back her freedom. eras pass and times changed, that by the time she was out, it wasn’t like how it was before. violence and gore is not an option, and so is taking other people’s happiness.
she has to find other ways of amusing herself.
tapping the clear glass in front of her, she stares right past it. humans turn to drinking when they need to let loose, and after years of living by them, she too has picked up the habit. but she has just enough to clear her mind, send her bloods rushing a bit more. never too much, because an abundance only leads to idiocy.