#curseinfect

                           ꧁poetry sentence starters꧂                                              accepting.

✝     ———-       ❝       right .         so    i’ll     be     going   to      bed   soon .            ❞             apathetic  ;      he       cracks       his      knuckles  ,         vaguely      aware     of      her      tone      but      willingly      ignorant       of      her      pain  .     

JANE’S ACCESSORIES  .       She’s   got   several   go - to   pieces  !    Studded   belts  ,     belt   chains   ,     chunky   bracelets   ,     ring   chokers   ,      patches   ,     pins   ,     and   occasionally   ,     steampunk - esque  /  round   and   colourfully  tinted   sunglasses  .     Her   style   can   fluctuate   a   lot   ,     sometimes   she   opts   to    wear   dresses   in   a   more    “   kinderwhore   ”    fashion  ,    but   a   majority     of   the   time   ,     she   looks   pretty   damn   punk  .

               ❝ ——How absolutely vile. ❞ She liked it. Though blood would have sufficed better. 

questions for the mun about the muse || ( accepting !! )

I think what I’d really, really want to tell V is to not let the past drag him down - the way that I’m writing him, he bears the sins and guilt of Vergil for Vergil’s sake, and it’s something that’s been weighing him down heavily. While yes, V and Vergil were both part of one whole before, when everything happened, they’re now two separate beings.

Carry your own burdens, but let Vergil carry his. And don’t be afraid to reach out if the burden you carry is too much; you’ve accepted your human-ness, so cry if you need to. Weep. Reach out and don’t be afraid to see the ones who’s supported you when you were dying before. They might be shocked, they might be angry, but I’m sure, at the end of the day, they would be glad to see that you’re still around.

Interrupted      rumination      grates      previously      fragile      nerves    ;     one     quick      snap      &&      lycanthrope      would     seal      ‘ nothers      fate.     Ginger      never      a     creature      for      providing      other’s      comfort,      she’d     bore      her      viridian      gaze     ‘ pon      the      male     (      Cut      him     to      the      bone.     )      ——      “      Hope      you’re      not     insinuating    that      I     am      arrogant.      Because      my     hubris      isn’t      the     only      thing      that     can      be      a     bitch.     ”     Simper      curls      ‘ gainst      curvature     of     rose      maw    ,      vocals      lying       ‘ neath      blanketed      venom.

He raises an eyebrow at the young girl’s ‘warning’ as his eyes glint with humour, lips tensing to refrain himself from letting out a sharp burst of laughter. Evidently he has no idea who – or what – he’s dealing with, his eyes showing him nothing more than a woman much younger and, from his first impression, much frailer than he is.

“Yeah, sure is… For you, sweetheart.” 

There’s a beat as he considers her, eyes drawn to the vibrant red of her hair as he convinces himself that he could taint it with blood only a few shades darker. 

“‘Course, I could always escort you home if the dark makes you a little nervous.”