@x-terminatcr continued from X.
“Oh…” The coo that drips from Lute’s lips is soft, sickly sweet. Cold metal claws, golden, viciously sharp, slowly close around the hard bone of Vaggie’s jawline. Softly, almost cradling. Another hand rests upon her shoulder, and the glow of a bright white mask turns harsher as the angel’s grin widens.
“Does it now? Because I think the opposite. I think that killer in you is still down there. You can’t get rid of one’s nature, no matter how deeply you try to bury it. You were always a monster, Vaggie. You were always like me.”
Glass caresses the tips of her hair close to Vaggie’s ear, static buzzing across her earlobe, almost as if it was a kiss.













