quick 20 min thing
i can’t decide if i like how it came out or not but it sure does make my heart hurt
W҉e̢ ͡a͠l̶lowed ̧D̴rax̡i͘a ̢t̸o͟ ma̛ke͝ ҉tha͡t͘ ̵dea̛l ͜for òther̵ r̕eas̷ons.͘ ̢
Wit̶h ͝he͠r,͠ ̨you̕ ̢h͝a͟v̢e̡ s҉omethi͠ng ͠new ҉t͡o ̕live f̕or,̶ s̀ome͘th͜i̢n̢g̵ we cou̡l͘d͘ ҉ta̡k͏è ͏a͏w͠a̢y̷ th҉e ́m̢o͟m̵e͠n͞t we̴ çàr͞e to d͘o̴ so͠.̴ W̛e̵ co҉u̸ld rui̡n̕ ̕y̸ou͏, ̕if̛ ҉you͢ do not ͝t̷rea̡d̀ li̛g͞htly̢. ͞Y͡ou͡ŗ ̛o͡th͘e͞r̛ ̕h̶a͟lf ͢w͞ait̴s h͞u̢n͟grily.
Draxia listened to the young boy, her gaze traveling coldly over him as he staggered toward her. A twinge of instinctive, unwanted pity shot through her upon realizing just how weak he was. By nature, she wanted to help the sickly looking child who shone with an unhealthy paleness in the faint moonlight. Disgusted, she shoved the feeling away, hissing and snarling as the liquid shadow sank deep into her core.
“No..Teach me?..I want no lessons you have to share..”
Even as she spat her protests, she could feel the familiar numbness of that feral, predatory form rising within her. Michael’s words finally reminded her of what this was, and her eyes widened in horror.
“No no no..Oh God no..”
It was too late, her snarls had grown guttural, her hisses turning to deranged laughter. Her skin darkened to a new, shadowy hue, and her black hair blossomed snow white. With a sharp, too wide grin, she cackled brightly and turned to scour her claws across the trunk of a tree, leaving behind long scars in the wood.
He smiles when she realizes, smiles wider at her laughter. That was better.
T́h̛at was not ̛só ͠bad̛, ̕n̕o̴w̨ wa̕s i̴t? ͘
She could hear your voices clearly now inside her, egging her on, bringing out the darkest of her thoughts. The boy continues speaking regardless, watching passively from where he stands.
Th́e̕ Se̕e̴ŗ, ̨ỳour̨ ma̴s̀ter, she s͡to͠p͡ped ̢y͢o̡ù ́b͏e̵f͠o̴re͞.͢ Y͡o̕u̸ co͡uld̕ p̕ŕo̡ve ͡to h̢er̸ h͡ow̧ ҉we͟ll ́y̶ou ͞c̸an͟ ḱill ̧t͟ḩóugh, show y͟our s̡t́ŗen̷g̶t҉h ̀a͘s he͟r ҉Pro̴tector, d͝espi͘t̡e ̵your ͟fa̕i̷lur͜es͏ ͘in ͜t̵he̸ ́p̡ast. ̛T͘h̨ere͡ ̢i͜s̕ ̧so ͘m͡u̡ch h̸úm̀a͠n҉ filth ̷a̕rou͏nd he̕r̶e̵ t҉o͡ h́unt a̵n҉d͠ ͝w̡è ̡w҉oųl͢d s͠ee͡ ̶th̸e͟iŕ ̡b͝l̛ood ͝b͡a͟the this e͝àrth.
Metric | Black Sheep
I’ll send you my love, on a wire
Lift you up, every time, everyone,
Pulls away from you…
|—||Lemony Snicket, Who Could that be at This Hour (via livinginbooks4life)|
This is my mind right now.
the science of magic
Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay