#prepossession

                                      You do not deserve her heart.

There was no mistaking his being at fault for Helena’s retreat. Mirrikh knew the things he had done and the terror he’d inflicted. For shame. Disgust, contempt, he was worthy of all those things. Whatever else that could not be put into words — yes, let her hate him. Let the world know that he was a Monster. Wasn’t he? What else would he be that no one would outright and at first sight call him by his name.

Her words; she hath spoken and he was rendered speechless. Crippled in a cocoon of darkness all his own. Victory was never his, was it? Chevalier; a lovely title, but not for him. Not for he who danced so willingly with Death for his partner; who wished to cause harm and paint with the blood of those he thought had hurt him.

𝓗𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻.

{ yOOOOU! }

{ you know that i stalk your blog, don’t you? pls. }

{ i’m not even kidding. i think that the way you’re dealing with him is absolutely fascinating. i couldn’t do it better. you’re fantastic. AND TO KNOW THAT YOU EVEN CONSIDER MY MUSE TO BE AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT INTERESTING? }