#grinninghand

                                                                                                             ( @grinninghand )

A beautiful liar, love for him is pain.

The maniac messiah, destruction is his game.

              MADNESS ; she is the visage of it. Ruler ‘pon high with crown of bloodied thorns, gilded in gnarled wreaths.  Behemoth Queen ; God K I N G  of the Primordial ;  the Merciless  -- all these titles and with what little meaning they carry, nary more important that dust motes floating in glittering sunlight. And they weigh less upon her shoulders than even so. Frightful things have slithered out in her time, snarling bitten words and VILE torments abound; nightmares made manifest, clawing out of the skulls of those that would entrap them. He does not concern her, mouth down turned to a ghoulish grin -- painted vestige and sunken eyes.  He is but a HALF-BREED, a meager heart that thunders PIITER -PATTER  ( !!! ) within a hollow breast. This is not her realm, the air different and the sounds louder. Lights blink in fragmented neon, a less being would have found themselves blinded and yet she remains IMPERVIOUS to such ridiculous schemes. Instead, the once peach petals of her vessel’s mouth move, coated in frost-bitten azure,   ❛         You are CRAZED .     ❜ It does not take a whole mortal to see that, bleached skin writhing in clothes just a smidgen too large for what denotes a skeletal frame. He relies far too heavily on outside appearance, Illyria thinks, though what lurks in the miasma is often far more terrifying than what it presents. Daring to be cautious, her head quirks, expression blank save for the intrigue offering forth.

happy birthday you talented bean! xo