#undyeth

⟡.  ________________ .  DO YOU SEE THE DROWNING ‘ THE MAD CHILDREN ARE WAITING FOR THEIR KING.                     _____________________  and  hell is asking back for the                           ABERRANT RIVER             before he lets loose   ruins.           ❛    `-    𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧,   𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩  𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 .  𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮.       ❜ .      he  grins  a                CHESHIRE            grin  that  reachs a finger  across her jaw.        ❛    `-   𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵    ❜ .  he does want to see her unraveled,  like the color quietus that grew  against her.               

the  sharp  blade  hooked  beneath  his  chin.       faint  touch  against  his  skin,       a  kiss  that  is  all  gentle  promise      (      this  blade  could  slice  through  him  as  if  he  were  nothing  more  than  a  wet  scroll  ripped  apart  by  malicious  hands      ---      at  the  end  of  the  sword  lays  his  oblivion  in  two   -   fold,       this  end,       that  end,      little  difference  offered  to  him  now       ).     and  still  his  smile  blooms  with  delicious  petal   -   softness,     all  cat  with  the  canary.         OH,    BLADE  DIGS  DEEPER!    blood  summoned  forward,    as  if  by  curse,     as  if  by  wish       ---       there  is  death’s  kiss  awaiting  you,    dearest  alastor.

‘      now,     i  reckon  if  you  wanted  to  kill  me,    i’d  be  dead  by  now.      ‘      his  own  blade  is  discarded      (      unhanded  with  ease,      thrown  away  to  the  side       ---       there  is  no  chance  of  him  collecting  it  again,     not  without  risking  a  scar  or  two       ).      ‘      which  means  you  must  want  a  deal.     OR  YOU  JUST  LIKE  TOYING  WITH  YOUR  FOOD      ---      hoping  it’s  the  former,     really.     ‘

       ❛   oh,   i   wouldn’t   dare   lettin’   go   of   that—!   i   promise   summin’   will   go   off.   ❜      is   notified   from   the   back   of   a   desk.   the   squirmy   little   thing,   fast - paced   &   sly   alike   any   pest   of   her   nature.   seeking   guard   behind   the   first   firm   structure   she   spotted   at   the   sight   of   an   arrow,   comparable   to   a   mouse.   a   rodent,   a   parasite.   a   hungry   petite   creature   everyone   keeps   away   from   due   to   the   filth   contaminating   her   unkept   paws.      ❛   plus,   it’s   bad   pr   lootin’   the   place   i   called   dibs   on   first.   ❜

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“ do i know you? ”  perhaps it was a rude question, and also one that might warrant an attack, depending on the mysterious woman’s disposition. hopefully she was at least amiable to hold a conversation before making any demands-- something valvossa, admittedly, expected. it always happened eventually. “ you look like i should. ”

i told you this. only ONE (1)  undead   asshole   ruler  in this town .    prepare to  die ,  sir