𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 . the hunger teethes , bites and kicks at that sallow throat . this leer that does not die , that erupts in pyres on her skin , snaking from blood to tongue . her fingers curl against the wall , nails snaring the splinting wood . she croaks , a warm hiss that burrows its way through the empty room . “ that stench . ” bells and dew fill her mouth , teeth gorging on tender metal . she does not let her escape from the wall she is pinned to , eyes lazily boring into those deep reds . “ a nure - onna is here . ”
@xuekou .
