`& THE C U R S E D .

█ ▐「 ❦ 」       ; ' Mm. ’                 ( Rancorous indulgence drips like syrup; lavish, luscious, wasp-sting vicious. Liqueur serves to only worsen the sting. )  ’ —— ’ Tis a shame. Bored, already? ‘  

      ❛ AFRAID so. although they        didn't make that especially          D  I  F  F  I  C  U  L  T . ❜  

     ❛ I DON'T believe i've any       reason to enjoy this situation. ❜

    ❛ CHANGE ISN'T always good. ❜

    ❛ OH, THE irony! ❜

             distant, yet contrastingly inquiring as               to whatever the man has to say ; feigned              lassitude fading as the twilight to DAWN.

                     sarcasm seems the tone of the evening,                yet far beneath it lies an undeniable lack thereof.

      ❛ KNOW THY enemy.         or is that not why         you came? ❜ 

    ❛ I DON'T believe you. ❜

   THERE IS a decided absence     of braced pressure 'round his    body ; in lieu of emptiness lay     a keen awareness. this was    displaced, a stranger to the    reverie in the SOUL of one    so long departed - yet this    was necessary. 

             he was no longer william herondale,               spirit mourned ; he was a REVENANT,               ruthless protector & the final judgement              of those whose efforts he chose to damn.                     & the name 'pon the scales of said                      verdict read  S E B A S T I A N ! 

          for whom his lips bore an ugly           snarl ––––––––––––––––––––– ;            T  H  R  E  A  T  S   unwelcome. 

at his choice of words, a black eyebrow rises, looking amused at being associated with PEOPLE. especially with those who change.

               ’ do i really seem like the kind of woman who changes? ' 

the only change that takes place within her is exploding supernovas, stars that collapse & become black holes that fill her star colored eyes. the night only changes with the stars, & the stars take a long number of years to make such a change.

               ’ you dare to? if so, how will you survive my next                           absence, no matter how short? ‘

                 ❛ NO ––– BUT nor do you seem the                    type leave an old friend without                    cause or a farewell. so i've                    been wrong before. ❜

           threads of the past unravel, a year in             review playing out upon the features            of pale FLESH. she knew not what he             had assumed ; questioned, the ideas            tearing his mind asunder day to day. 

              ( could his curse end even a goddess? ) 

                   it is hardly relief that removes said                    pallid stain, but the rush of blood                    formed  by  the  REALIZATION of his                    adhesion to pattern ; he had become                    a creature of habit in that he had fallen so                     easily back into her star-burned words &                     cloaked moods, the mystery of ageless                    dark hanging unsaid by all who gazed                    u p w a r d s  in the smallest hours. 

           the ghoul isn’t USED to actually T R Y I N G            to defend himself;; typically allows whatever            it is to HURT him—— or better yet, he F L E E S.            fingers are black, sharpened to HORRIFIC talons.            it would seem that rudiger is in a mood.                                “ ——- get L 0 S T. “

       ❛ AWFULLY SORRY, but we both            know that's not going to happen. ❜

                          lips curl at the lack of entente,                            EDGED & drawn of only angles.                           he does not afford the time for                            dulled words, dulled smiles.

LAUGHS AT YOU