WHERE? ACTUAL DEATH.

part the flesh from his body, from unbecoming. peeled so tenderly off his bones, back from his abdomen   ––   a latter of ribs. flowers nestled in newspaper, white petals soaked in ink and put to rest, skin steeped in darkness. the leaves are crimson and flutter to his feet and he can’t quite tell them from an ocean of blood.   ‘   oh? somebody else is here, too?   ‘   tendrils of shadows vibrate at his feet, quivering in excitement. his black beast is hungry and indiscriminate and it wants to eat and eat and eat. it can swallow until it’s dead.    //   @herotten  ♡

but anyways, starter call? ♡

when he is angry it collects on his fingertips and he sharpens his nails with it, pools it on the tip of his tongue until he mouthing a blade. when he is mad he slashes with every pointed whip and   ––-   isn’t he the kind of boy to hold the stars in his mouth, if just to have a scorching kiss?

     TAG DROP!