#deathaze

She almost doesn’t want to stop and talk to this girl. She doesn’t believe she’s real, at first - she reeks of that place, of the same magic and corruption filling her own soul. But there is something solid and real about her, and Imogen cannot let this opportunity disappear.

        she takes a deep breath before responding, the same words had fallen off her pale  l i p s  before, except these words were offered to bare walls without a SOUL around to hear.   her lips barely part before she stops herself, trying to collect the right words, but  is unable to grasp onto any that she deems fitting. finally she nods, the next breath of air barely uttered above a whisper.                                      ———— ❛  aren’t we ALL ?? ❜

She hadn’t expected that.

It was the easiest answer, wasn’t it? Something pure, something simple. And for once (for once, since the dying house and the clay in the snow), Edith let herself relax, something of a morbid laugh even bubbling in her throat.

MEME: DEATHLESS

“how terribly boring.” used to ghosts perhaps, not to mermaids - - not to girls of the undine all water-marked and sea-kissed, salt-scented hair and web-spanned fingers. it must be easy then to think of death, paint every living thing in grey and black and star-spun silver. LIFE she loves more than she loves anything. life in its water depths and shifting blues, its greens, its sunlight-golds