#wraethis

WHAT DID I EVEN DO ????????????

@wraethis! ♥

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     HER  CLAIM  IS  SUFFOCATING.     it feels final even when it shouldn't be.    her words weigh heavy on your brain    ———    like you can't have a choice   ———     it's set in stone.     she sounds like you,  looks like you.    in some,  messed up away,  you know deep down that she is    YOU.    she's reckless.    in some way,  she fulfills some of your wishes.   she's    SELFISH.     you always wanted to live in a world where you focused on your own self-satisfaction.     hearing her speak makes you feel sick.     she sinks her talons into you,  animalistic.    the crow's devotion being tainted by her desire to    POSSESS.

still,  you want to stop hurting.    you want this pain to stop feeling like it will be permanent.    "  why,  then  ?  "     your voice wavering.     asa,  you    HAVE     to remain vigilant.      though,  you cannot help but wonder how much more vigilant you have to be.      she hurts you.   she uses you.    but once upon a time,  in the loneliness of your     SOLITUDE,     you found comfort in her presence.    even when metal digs into skin,  when you lose more sleep than you ever wanted,  when you share more of your thoughts with her rather than your own self,  you find some     SOLACE     that someone cared enough to stick around even when you were a     MESS.

(  but it was naivety.  )

you cannot tell if it's her voice or yours.    if this self-deprecating feeling is    INDUCED    by personal mania,  or a byproduct of the devil's need to seize you. 

"  why did you act like you cared ? "

❛ handy ? ❜ they murmured , while devils forms where varied an amalgamation of limbs one did come to mind. rather than the normal chaotic scattering of extremities this one more collected , moving with grace and focus. hands willing to serve no questions asked , sometimes she wondered if they where as soft as they looked at times.

How she loathed the city, but the needs of the client, where always important as she would sit there. The burger juice dripped onto her sweater, staining it a deeper shade of rust where it soaked in. She didn’t react. Around her, the café hummed with oblivious chatter, office workers on lunch breaks, students scrolling phones, a barista knocking a portafilter against the counter. None of them noticed how her shadow didn’t quite match the angle of the overhead lights. Or how, when she blinked, her pupils stayed pinpricks for half a second too long.

“Hm, this is wonderful, sometimes you forget, the little things.”

As her teeth sank through the bun with surgical precision, her elongated canines parting the beef patty like it was tissue paper. Blood-red sauce oozed around her lips, actual blood this time, not ketchup—but she caught the droplet with a darting tongue before it could ruin her sweater. The flavor burst across her palate: iron-rich meat, the tang of preservatives, the faint aftertaste of the fry cook's terror when she'd visited the kitchen earlier. Delicious. As she felt her client nudge her, as she was too focused on the burger.

“One moment.”

The milkshake left a pale pink smear on the straw as she pulled it away from her lips. Vanilla and strawberry—too sweet for her tastes, but she'd ordered it specifically for the way the viscous liquid clung to the insides of the glass in slow, syrupy waves. It reminded her of something. Something important as she sipped on it, if she was going to be in the city for work, she wanted to enjoy what the city offered before she eliminated her targets.

“So, who do you want killed? You didn’t bring me all the way here, for burger and fries?”

9. What's something they will never fail to get excited over?

naturally most aquatic creatures but her favorites are sea snails like the conch and sea slugs. the latter being rather small she wouldn't even hesitate calling them ' the gems of the sea '