@castitatli!!
through bloodied lashes, he notices how she traded the red peonies to hide forget - me - nots in the gold of her mane. laei gives breath to a garden of peace, and in her freckles, he finds the stars to guide him back home. others offered her a cage made of pretty lies whilst seto prides himself in showing her a land now reduced to ashes, where she will restore to its former glory and beauty. in his darkest hours from a past long gone, he was forged as the embodiment of war. seto can only dream about memories that have been forgotten—— imagining fables of a boy basking under the sun—— but all too soon suffocating by foul wind brought by an unforgiving strife. what he once was, he does not remember; he forsake peace for the constant yearning for the bitter taste of blood on his lips. eons pass like days, but a sense of familiarity inks itself into his mind as he climbs steps where the head of his father descended once; at the top, he, the murderer, with bloodied blade in hand and a carnivorous smile to match.
he is wrought in warrior bones, violence etched into his cheeks. he takes time to marvel at her seraphic features before sinking down to his knees, like a desperate man left marooned at altar. the pristine of her dress does not prevent him to bury his sullied figure into the pure fabric, settling down his covered carmine weapon by her naked feet. every time, he is astonished by the realization that he is blood - sickened; but he knows the stillness of his blood - lust will be short - lived. he hears her heartbeat and within the blindness of his buried sight, he sees his desire to crack her rib - cage open to sink his teeth into her love.