writing but it's stupid

feel free to send asks about shit this is the only way i am going to. actually work on things HAHA

alt account of @lovely-mosspatch

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shitty art of my ocs (not vampires)

mara (top) avis (bottom)

bittersweet nightshade, dandelions, wallflowers

a little lore under the cut, tw for executions and child abuse

He falls like a star, from heaven to earth. His halo burns pale yellow as it withers away under his finger tips, he shrieks as his wings are devoured by fire. It eats up his spine. He feels the way the world tilts as he falls, away from warm heaven and into the searing cold hands of Earth. The place of the people he admires. The place of the people he hates.

Why must God, so kind and loving, cast him out of heaven so cruelly? He screams as his divinity is stolen away by purging fire. What kind of Father demands obedience in exchange for love?

His skin is singed and his back is torn and scarred. The ground is rough as he lands, rocks digging into his aching back. He cries out, not knowing what else to do. 

The sun has set, the night is cold and dark. God is unforgiving, yet so is the pitch black evening, winter chill seeping into his bones. The air burns in his lungs, he’s never had to breathe before. It’s a chore to do so, he wishes he could stop.

Why exist anymore?

He pushes himself up. He is rejected by God. By his Father, for the sin of love. One should be in the Lord’s image, yet one should not love wrong. One should not love filthily. “I love you,” the ghost of a voice echoes in his ear.

“I love you, too,” the memory of his own voice whispers back.

He wishes it would all be quiet.

“Lord, it hurts, it hurts. Please, I will do anything, please take me back into your arms.”