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Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.

Oscars Wilde

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forgive me for not being here as much as i’d like. my muse has been sporatic as best. I shall try to keep things semi normal starting todayish. so like this post for a starter. length may vary.

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Why use a ouija board when you could get the very same experience by having a conversation with me

Fear… cryptic one-word answers… me knocking things off of your desk

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Your eyes shone like spring For someone With winter in their soul.

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“The Outsider and the Circumscribed Void“

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ooc; Forgive me, forgive me. I’ve been having computer problems that have me limited. But I shall attempt to keep popping in when I can. :)

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the bioluminescent noctiluca scintillans – an algae known otherwise as sea sparkle – of australia’s jervis bay. photos by (click pic) andy hutchinson, joanne paquette and naomi paquette.

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MODERN MYTHOS: ANGELS WHO LOVED HUMANS TOO MUCH

It all adds up to this: the hollow chest, the bruised neck, the shaking hands. Your body, the triumvirate of unholy things. (x)

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“You flatter me.” And she supposes she is, even if her exterior remains curt and mistrustful of omnipresent spectators whose feet never quite touch the ground. How often does one pique the interest of an otherworlder? Not often, she imagines.

“You will be keeping an eye on me regardless, yes?” A wry smile spreads to the corner of her lips. “You are a shameless voyeur, petit.”

She nearly scoffs at his mention of pain. But balking in the face of an otherworlder would be rude and possibly unwise, and so she conceals her amusement with a polite, genial laugh. “Oh, my dear, you are confusing me with a creature of conscience.”

The noble course of action would be to humbly refuse what is surely a Faustian contract in disguise and resist temptation, but Evelyn is not a noble woman. She does not relish the thought of having her actions scrutinized beneath his magnifying glass——but if he’s going to observe her no matter her decision, she may as well get something in return.

“What do I need to do.”

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“I keep watch of all. I would be a very terrible helping hand if I did not observe my believers.”

A voyeur, huh? That was a new concept. He was the one that was ever so grateful when his hand extended with unfathomable power. Usually people were quick to doubt him as a holy specter before they push unneeded thoughts onto what he did with his free time.

“I watch so your path does not stray past your main goal. If you decide to start kind then murder innocents, I take note. If you were once a murderer—in which the truth cannot hide you there—I wish to see how you’ll… continue.”

Power corrupts even the most human as it does with anyone who has voided their being of what soul they had been blessed with. It is not his fault, no. These are not children born under his guidance. If anything, he would be the god too amused with humans. They are such an interesting sort. Protecting before they pillage. Warring before they loved.

Fascinating… so fascinating.

“Nothing. I will relinquish my mark to you. Allow you to do as you see fit to complete your story. There are endless amounts of endings—some of where you finally free yourself instantly and enjoy life silently. Others where you live in brimstone, covered with the entrails of men and women for fun. I am mighty interested of what you’ll do.”

#breedless #You only say this because you are jealous of my boogie.