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“ don’t get attached. „
/ kaeya & signora aheehee .
𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 : 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐭 .
flaxen lashes felt heavy as her glare grew more prominent clashing with a confident smirk . daring . dangerous . entangled in each other’s space , a gelid touch to match something she yearns for : a gift bestowed by the tsaritsa herself . beryl optics peek at his hips where his vision sways off his belt . a tinge of jealousy strikes .
( would it be different if she chose me from the start ? )
“ i wouldn’t worry about me if i were you . 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 , has no right to such luxury . „ she matched his confidence in tone , but her expression was in stasis since the start . perhaps his words would prove beneficial if she never discarded that part of herself ── ‘ 𝐨𝐡 , 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐞 ! ’ ── then maybe she’d worry about this . yet , a heart that once burned so brightly for the sake of love and happiness will always be extinguished when season run their course again . snuffing out flames by the harshest blizzards and the most ravenous thunderstorms .
“ ── nor will it ever belong to anyone else . „ she adds with a smile , but its empty [ . . . ] much like the rest of her . don't catch her eye , don't register a smile , don’t let emotions linger . attachment ? a sweet wish , sure , blood like sugar , white lies in the winter , cold as ice when they bite down , liquid glucose in the wound when they melt out of view .
( the melancholic ideals that a burnt out heart once lived by. )
it was like an awfully thought - out contemplation in the mirror ; an off - center reflection of a mask not worn quite right ── a poor guise of a previous self . eons go by and bit by bit it’s easy to forget piece by piece its easy to let go ; but even then it was hard . her fingers curve around his neck . it would be so easy . easy to rid herself of any other emotion .
“ don’t get used to this . „ it’s sharp as she slightly digs her nails into his neck , it was so easy . 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 it echoed against her eardrums . her claws now soaked in 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 his body under her’s casting ivory locks over his figure . a sanguine beauty . such a sight normally would make adrenaline pump felt but alast she only felt disgust at the pit of her stomach . her
her heart and mind : its the darkest place she knew , its the coldest place but it won’t snow and she believed the dark is there to stay . but then again she poured more thoughts into it ── every night survived is 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 , every day she waked should shine , every tear she shed she’d drink , every moment lived is 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 .
── 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭 .
a huff of annoyance strangles her lungs . “ after all , it’s only a matter of time until you wake up with a dagger between your lungs . fret not , i’ll make sure it’ll be me who does the honor . „ as sinister as the words were it was her twisted form of affection . she smiles once more . this time it felt warm with feelings . rouge lipstick paints his lips like a canvas . in the dark , hear the beating of that accursed heart , and it goes , that lonely & familiar spark .
