UNPROMPTED LETTER FOR THE FOX ! ✿ always accepting. @wretchedwrought (gotlinde) has whispered: ‘ all i want is to be soft & gentle, but i’m made out of steel & anger. maybe in another life, i guess. ’
What is the purpose of silk and velvet, if not that of hopelessly concealing the STEEL and ANGER underneath ? Her interlocutor’s words are heavily laden with a SENTIMENTAL FAMILIARITY that she rarely ( if ever ) experiences for the fate of someone who’s not her own reflection ‘pon the crystalline surface of her mirror ─── And thus, HER HEART SINKS into the most profound depths of her amaranthine ribcage, landing right in the center of an ancient GRAVEYARD where Ahri has desperately buried all the skeletons of her past and where the eerie specters of lamentable regrets & broken dreams continue to perpetually linger. Would it be appropriate, to nurture and water the seed of empathy ? Her mother tongue has never spoken in gentleness and kindness, nor is her mental vocabulary filled with brazen and luminescent words / How bizarre, that a FLOWER can still miraculously manage to bloom even when surrounded by naught but warm ichor and hollow dimness.
❝ I’ve told myself the same thing many times, especially when I was younger. I’d look at my own hands and HATE what I saw... The claws, the fresh blood, the hunger for more. ❞ Long lashes flutter below half-mast whilst the she-fox finally responds ; despite the tranquil and almost pensive expressionism painted across her simpering visage, she meticulously keeps the tonality of her voice dulcet and gentle, as if childishly frightened by the remote possibility of accidentally saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. ❝ But then I realized that I, too, could be SOFT ─── Not always and obviously not with everyone but just enough to momentarily put my belligerent heart at rest. ❞














