Those voices---they rang loud in her mind. A shiver shot down her spine; the look of pure horror surfaces on femme features. She could feel a cold sweat run down her brow---she remembers that night. Sands were painted in crimson, mothers lost their children, and fathers lost their families. Screams of agony could still be heard throughout the blacken skies. 

She reached up to cover her ears. A low, terrified whimper escapes from betwixt chittering teeth.

“S-Shut up!”“SHUT UP!”

The auau would cry.

shipping/dynamic call. tentatively open for romantic/sexual relationship stuff with Naoko (now that i’ve updated the rules a tad bit), but also other types of dynamics. ye? so yeah if you have ideas™ about new dynamics (or even establishing/building/etc. on ones already made so far), lemme know :> by liking this post and either commenting on this post, sliding into my ims on here or on discocord (and i’ll leave that handle under the cut for mutuals only ya see uvu)

um- uh,,,,,

i actually don't really know?

VENOMOUS the word was, came to her mind with the mention. she has begun to loathe the term for inhalation would quicken with each summon of it, immediately racing against the concealed will of reviving memories concerning related occasions. what a devastating CURSE it is to observe, to the very last of her days, action of the word ever so sweet, yet never have it based upon paths of her life. perceptible smirk interrupted the thought. 

❛ that is no field of yours. ❜ she was EXHAUSTED of believing, long since given up on hoping to discover a period built on trust and satisfaction most of all, with a being carved out of love. a deliberate lie would be to erase the name of frames that have brought shivers to her skin with only their physique planted near her own, however, gifting a permission to the mind to travel as far could be FATAL.