❛ did i not come to you on my knees with a kingdom in my hand? ❜
a dare. a game. a blade of grass. nothing, but those, and all. a pastime of hide and seek, in which winning is not an option & in all scenarios she loses, at times her soul, sometimes her heart or, even, herself. it’s been a while since she the first time she has realized that forward is the way – and surely, the only way – although not an easy one. ❝ a kingdom without a queen is nothing but dust in history . . . waiting, begging for the time to sweep it away. ❞ the raging tone is surprising, and even vanessa is amazed by the way the words choose to slip from her lips. he releases the worst, most dreadful things there’s in her, indeed.
no more hiding behind crucifixes, no more whispers as the night falls before their force. her power is no bewilderment to her, for she’s been through much, hesitating too little. however, it is his abilitiy, HIS DOMINANCE OVER HER BEING that frightens her ( not for herself, but for others ), haunting her days and dreams. despite the fear that consumes her lungs and anguishes her guts, vanessa’s eyebrows come together in anger & frustration, urging for something she can’t name. ❝ that’s my wish for you, for all of this . . . to be ephemeral. ❞
i. @siresnight : DEATHLESS.