#dyarkrav

groan slips out before eyes even open, head pounding as she comes to, " what the hell happened? " the bat mutters as she rises slowly, hand coming up to rake digits through locks. possible short term memory loss, awful headache... she really should consider a more protective cowl.

“When ya’ stop bein’ a lil bitch about it and challenge me like a proper mage!” 

He opened the bag he was carrying, pulling out numerous bags of marshmallows. It’s a challenge! A challenge of the darkest of magic, something only a true mage can do - something not even Merlin can do!

       “  believe it or not, i’ve felt much of what you’re experiencing.  “ magic was a wonderful thing and zatanna praised each and every day that she was able to wield it. but like with any other power ---- it came with it’s consequences. not all magic was light and no magic user was immune to it’s effects. not even herself.

there  was  nothing  more  you  could  have  done.

there  is  a  grave  like  many  others   that  collects  rain  in  an  empty  flower  container.  old  leaves  press  to  even  older  words,    carved  ---  ceremoniously   into  stone.   as  if  permanence   meant  something  more  than  what  this  place  would  become.   and  he  could  see  in  its  future,   that  this  place  becomes  pavement  to  a  corporation’s  back  lot.   and  that  corporation  too,   will  die.   and  the  pavement  will  crack,   and  overgrow  with  weeds.   with  no  one  to  remember  that  a  million  feet  below  this  abandoned  ground  once  held  a  memory  in  someone’s  mind.      the  only  thing  that  remembers  is  he.   but  even  he  can  hardly  draw  memory  because  it  is  so  clouded  with  more  important  things  than  dead  lovers.   he  can’t  remember  her  body,   nor  her  hair,   nor  most  parts  of  her  face.   but  he  remembers  her  eyes.   and  her  hands.

❛  did  you  know   ----    someone  dies  of  heartbreak  every  day ?  ❜

‘ come on, rach !  there’s nothing wrong with coming out of your comfort zone. ’  gar smiled as he persuaded rachel to join him at a party. he does not want to force her, but at the same time, rachel should find people to rely on and to talk about her feelings. he took a deep breath and sighed. socializing was not her thing. ‘ um, we can read a book or watch a movie instead ? ’

                    MABEL     ⦑ @dyarkrav ⦒

HARK            /            CONSTANT      WOE  ,            REBORN  ,            TRANSMOGRIFIED      ALT   -   PALINGENESIS  .            patience      assayed  ,            burglarized  ,            memories      narcotized      by      barbiturate            /            tastes      of      rodomel            &            COPPER  .           liquified      𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧      sits      pooled      in      his      maw  ,            ‘yonder      cleansed      canines  ,            not      of      prey  .            𝙸      𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙽            /            bleeding      dusk  .            moon’s      viscera      reigns      deliverance  ,            falling      to      this      earth  ,            wholly  ,            𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲  ,            𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚢  ,            red  .            un   -   sew      the      striae      of      anxiety  .            fill      them      by      sovereigns  ,            dirling      with      nerves  .