#flownevermore

【✜】　Instead of words to be given as opposed to offered, she will simply stare. She knows who this woman is, someone who is her but in all disrespect, not her. Of course denial comes in temptation, heavy and thick as honey leaking from the invasiveness of its designed dipper, but blinking away even if in seeming futility is something that Sabitsuki knows herself much too well, a type of skill.

Of course she knows of the fucked up duplicates — but at least the presence before her was righteous in existence in its own rusted way. That is to say: Was this entity ever meant to be given ‘life’, she would say not, but not in such a way as compared to the other who share the same face as her for no reason.

Blood. BLOOD. That's not good.

“I think I’m dying.”