Don Broco. Royal Albert Hall
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Don Broco. Royal Albert Hall
here's what she knows: her converse are bloodstained, her t-shirts are secondhand except for when they ain't, and immortality does not, despite what some people may think, mean she has a lot of money stashed somewhere. it means that she does have something stashed away somewhere; artefacts and smoking pipes and teapots. only one of those things poses a danger to her these days and even then, it'd have had to have been one really bad day.
here's what she knows: her hair is brighter than it was at fourteen, her eyes are darker than they were at nineteen, and there will always be power simmering just below her skin. she's old old old and she hasn't fit right in this dimension since she first let the eldritch in, she realises now, but this is her place and she won't leave it, can't leave it, for the realm where the rest of her kind dwell. 'cept they aren't the rest of her kind are they? she's born from a human witch with the slightest hint of devil's blood flowing through her veins and she predates all things, even them.
here's what she knows: ever since those countless ages spent as formless thoughts in a place where light doesn't exist yet and sound will not exist, she's known herself. eldritch and other, disrupting the universe and slotting into place in equal measure.
here's what she knows.
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