#witheringash

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send “ø” for a late night text.

♡ liselotte ♡ : do u ever look up at the sky and think??? wow look at those stars. isn’t it nice of them to always shine even though they don’t have to.

♡ liselotte ♡ : i promise i’m not high this was just a thought.

send “⁇” for a drunk text.

♡ liselotte ♡ : I HAD TOOOO MANY ALCOHOLS AND ARISTOALS NEEDSS AN AUDLT 

      ♛  ] Leaving could be so easy, yet for some it was so hard. No doubt his blood scared her, the way it drenched his clothes and coloured them red. Was it time for the disappearing act yet?

     "Yes, yes you can," he assured her, sounding surprisingly coherent for someone whose heart had nearly been staked only moments ago. There was even a smile on his lips, though it wasn’t quite the same as usual, pain seeping through. Such a sincere little thing she was. It wouldn’t surprise him if she stayed to try and defend him with everything she had, as little as it was. They would kill her. "Trust me on this one. All you have to do is to keep running, no looking back. It’s not that difficult once you begin. I’ll be right behind you, there’s just something I have to finish here first."

     Of course, she couldn’t know that this was not nearly enough to kill him. Elders could return even from ashes, if they possessed enough power. And very few knew how old he really was. Though of course, he wasn’t going to be turned into ashes today—but the lovely lady didn’t need to see how he bestowed that fate upon his enemies.

      ♛  ] The air was particularly chilly that morning, the sun yet having to rise and tendrils of mist surrounding the world—yet there she was, bare feet peeking from under her nightgown. But of course. If he had left in the light of day, would she have risked running after him?

     In that moment the little bird looked very much lost, reminding him of the first time they met. A young woman desperately trying to keep herself together, while she was really just a child, without protection or guidance. It made everything much harder than it was supposed to be. The Horseman had taken it upon himself to lighten those burdens, to bring forth genuine smiles of joy as often as possible, but that was to come to an end. At least for now. It couldn’t last forever, it was simply not in his nature.

     It was not that he was incapable of love, like he had seen so many claim to be. Oh no, he had absolutely no troubles loving. Attachment was what he lacked.

          (Something that one might expect considering the inevitable amount of loss in a vampire’s life.)

     He quietly stared down at her from his horse, taking in the trembling hands and shivering lips, knowing how very easy it would be to do to her what he had done to so many others before. Cutting the ties, reducing whatever there had ever been and leaving endless doubts to fester. Easy, yes. So very easy. One day he wanted to watch her cry, to see tears stream down that pretty face because of him.

          Today was not that day. 

whoops that might have been me;; i mean i am a dream stalker so i probs whispered in their dreams that they should follow you……