his grip is strong and unyielding , nothing she wouldn’t expect from a wildbeast such as kol ------ but what keeps her restrained is not the promise of brute force , enforced carelessly onto those wishbone limbs that threaten to bend under calloused hands , but rather sheer disbelief in the act itself . it is that for a split second : she was not godly ---- she was a tangible thing , breakable , malleable . her goodhood had been ripped from her , for that mere second of unspoken fragility : she had been human .
❛ nobody touches me . ❜ those large bluebell ignite brighter : a blue-ice fire , stripping flesh from bone . feverish wrath invades her like a temple to be conquered , licking her insides , the back of her skull . she recognizes that same gnarled cruelty in him , how comfortably it dances between them . her own talons burrow into his torpid , cadaverous flesh , like hungry maggots ---- keeping him still . ❛ nobody ! ❜ the palm that shapes itself into the perfect mold for his jaw is not gentle , it is a ravenous reminder mercy has never inhabited this body . adelaide is diseased with cruelty , the very roots are sick . she breathes him in , all that ugliness , all that death , and does not flinch . where her fingers linger rotten flesh hangs and dribbles to the ground in gory bits to reveal the pale skull underneath . a warning unspoken : don’t forget you are made by magic & by magic , you can be undone .