“why can I not be happy?” this blog ain't even done, but i
silence is her answer , accompanied by a slow shrug . an atlas is she , carrying the avatar’s duties on her shoulders ——– heavy was the burden , but she never wavered . & here was her once - enemy , once AS POWERFUL AS SHE & smiling then . ( has god taken away your happiness ? has god replaced your joys with melancholy , as he did with her ? ) vulnerose are they , well - versed in suffering & sufferance .
IT RUNS IN THEIR VEINS , THEIR LACHRYMOSE LAMENTS !
their crimson ichor replaced with sorrow : their bright eyes have witnessed the acts of the devil himself —— they serve as beholders of such awesome power —— & now they dwell in misery . their identities have been stripped from themselves , taking their happiness with it .
cerulean hues meet silvery gaze , pink tongue darting & wetting its cage . a sigh leaves her lips , before allowing syllables to leave , barely a whisper .
❝ ——————————- i’m sorry . ❞
the borgias . accepting .
