I'm sorry this took too long cuz I tried to edit the ask I saved but it wouldn't let me edit it, so I had to scrap the letter you gave me. i'm sorry but have this. - P's sorry note
“ ‘I do’ is not an obligation, it is a voluntary vow.” - G, one who wallows.
Decryptic tomb that lies sleeping, in this looming cathedral out of poetic reading. Atop the scale of balance, is the overflowing dew in its chalice.
“Ah, lady in white.” Said a playful man.
Another similar sounding person huffed, " You gave us quite the fright. “
" Here, hold our hand.” One grabbed your gloved hand.
Then another on your free hand, not even waiting for your consent." For us to lead you to your joyous grand.”
Why can’t you see them?
“Ha! She could probably guess. “
" Let us bring her to her memorial beastial-digress."
The scent of foul metals clash and slash of zeal. Yet it swirls of cardinal steel, where have they taken you?
“Oop, careful." One of them said, holding you by the hands to make sure you didn’t trip.
Bells toll as it rang upon your first step on the stairs that they led you so, moans of unhappiness were present as you passed, even the band that played. What is the thing that they made you clasped so? Is this not an invitation to a birthday party? Wind that haunts your thoughts so sweetly- below.
‘Run’
Your mind began to race once you felt their arms letting go of you at a certain point, a particular gaze din’t feel stint next to you or in front at you rather.
“Upon this chalice sublime.” The sudden munter of the hierophant called next to you, followed by the found of fluid being poured. It's dull sound so eloquently as it fills a cup then the next.
“Where shall these two beings become one; with this drink, in sickness or in health, poor or wealthy, where none—” What is even happening? You may ask yourself, though even your thoughts have turned against einself.
“---may you take ########### of ################ as your *awful* husband?" Someone asked, their blurred words weave ceaselessly in and out of your ear.
“I do." Those words flow effortlessly without a thought behind them.
“We shall celebrate this union!" The spiritual person called out as the cold cup was pressed to your rozen lips. Its bitter steel like water tasted dense and thicker than you last had your fill of such.
Hands clenching frighteningly on the thing that they handed to you. Sound of its crunched leaves gave away that it is probably a flower… But why?
why… why
Why why WhY wHy WHyWHY?!
Who is this person that stalked me so, one that taunted and trample upon its growth!?
“Shall we make it to our lovely unified stars, Bubbles?" That voice, you heard it somewhere.
