#viola:dante

[ofviolentdeath]

@theownerslove​

“Don’t...don’t touch me,” she whimpered, hating the way it felt to be overwhelmed with the memories attached to an item. The damn necklace had belonged to someone murdered, someone young, and she could still feel the way the blades had torn at the skin. It was left her raw, vulnerable, and completely without barrier to anything else that might be added on.