#putrefact

[festering-cadaver]

[adankurono]

[platanosconlechera]

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[witchtried]

❝     Sic  mundus  creatus  est,   Muzan.      ❞         She  flicks  her  wrist,   and  the  mirror  in  front  of  them  shatters,  along  with  the  image  of  them  within  it.   Its  shards  float  to  the  ground,  like  a  thousand  piercing  snowflakes.     She  looks  out  the  window  they  stand  beside  and  towards  her  dark  horizon.      ❝     I  have  a  task  for  you,   if  you  are  interested.    One  that  you  may  find  appetizing.      ❞         

@putrefact​ .

[overawake]

𝗔  𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲  𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀  𝗮  𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻  𝗼𝗳  𝗵𝗲𝗿  𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲,  the  curve  of  it  emaciate  and  serene  like  the  dead  gold  of  crescent  moon.   It  dilutes  like  light  distended,  impossible  to  read.

“ You've  traveled  far.   Surely  you'd  like  tea,  Tsukihiko-san? ”     As  she  asks,  she  feels  a  flush.   A  fever-feeling,  as  though  being  warmed  by  her  own  blood.   The  onset  of  thrill.

@putrefact, s.c.

[iculta]

𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳,   good as any other makeshift door.   wordlessly, desver stares into his reflection without much of a reason---red and sweet and near-death, it seems clearer there than it does in his head, a mask with its eyes glittering something horrendous.   part of him wants to reach out, hands trembling, and replace himself with whatever stands on the other side; to rest, at last.   that part, he calls emotion.   he calls him isaac.   isaac has never been one to speak his mind.

instead, desver straightens his spine, no longer using the height of his rifle as leverage:   exhaust spills into the movement, lacking its foxlike grace for a stray second long enough for him to feel it.   the corpse is warm, still.   do those people have families?   do they mourn?   will they be mourned?   “   quae nocent, docent.   ”   desver offers, sparing no more than a glance towards the cadaver’s rest.   that which hurts, teaches.   he doubts she has much more to learn.   “   to think we’d be brought to cooperation...   to think we’d work hand in hand.   would it be me laying there, if you had anything to say in the matter?   ”   the hound tilts his head, a kind of lukewarm hostility still stuck to the heel of his voice---his smile, although obscured, remains genteel.   “   i know you would, had you not been such a crucial asset.   ”

@putrefact.

[overawake]

there are countless ways to open a carcass.

𝚃𝚑𝚎  𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚢  &  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢:   equally  acute,  equally  bewitching.                                                        A  singular,  distilled  ecstasy.She  senses  him  long  before  she  sees  him.   His  inhuman  closeness;  her  own  poisonous  fascination.   Like  a  tick  or  another  more  romantic  kind  of  haunting.

“ Yes, ”     she  agrees  in  a  soft,  salient  voice.“ Show  me  your  favorite,  won't  you? ”

"Not Here" : 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

[adankurono]

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