#kronorium

So hype to have found this. If you haven't checked it out before and you have a hyperfixation on this shit like I do I highly recommend giving it a look. Especially if you're into easter egg hunting or write fanfics. It is a great way to get the when and where of things down.

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A quick look at my Kronorium prop from the Black Ops Zombies storyline.

   “ oh, honey. “  it’s like being in elementary school all over again with the way she speaks, her tone as patronizing as can be. was it pity or cruelty?  “ this isn’t over until i say it’s over–– and i’m just getting started. “

sadness fits itself intoevery turn ,  colouring her black and blue .  there’s an ache in her bones , something that settles deep into the spaces between her ribs and twists .  shewants to say it’s okay ,  ease the heartache that weighs like the world on hisshoulders .  but she’s been dead so long ,  she’s not sure how to speak  –  whetherit would make a sound at all ,  or not a peep .

his voice stirs her frompreoccupation ,  gently pries attention from wavering words .  “ hm ? “  it’sa sound , not a question  –  sweet and low and coated in cocoa .  gaze grazes finalwords before golden halo ascends ,  light casting rays over sun - kissed strands. ” which part didn’t make sense ? “

there’s laughter on her tongue ,  a sound with thesemblance of a song .  it’s delicately weighed ,  velveteen and amused .  sugar poolsbehind wisdom teeth and honey guides her smile  ( though the light never quitereaches her eyes ) .  “ of course you do . “  amusement threads betweenvowels and strengthens the curl of c’s .  seated upon granite edge ,  sheshifts closer ,  a lissome figure draped in ink .  they’re a stark contrast  –  she invintage marchesa and he in pretty little bomb vest .