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SHE WHO BLEEDS BLACK , god trapped inside her deathless maw . she roars and eden falls , paradise trapped ‘tween the folds of heaven - forsaken flesh , ivory pallor re - baptised crimson , fire’s esse becomes her ; a hellhound unleashed , hungry hungry hungry . she inclines a brow &. rises , slender fingers tangled in damp mahogany tresses , soft cotton lifting slightly with her ascent—— how her flesh sparkles , veins singing with the promise of flesh . she licks her lips with pointed teeth , shining girlbody set alight with it:  fierce serpent heavy with venom , fucked - out jezebel , cut - up veins bleeding neon neon neon , rose cunt damp with ichor , a warm flush spreading 'cross still - dewy skin . o’ , how she revels in it , the devil’s embouchure , lips hitching into a feline simper , ❛ —— you presume to worry ? why , baby , i’m touched . but there’s no need ,  ❜  sugared lips thin themselves into a line , fingers dancing against scant lace—— coveted sacrosanct built betwixt the crux of sylphlike thighs , throbbing meanness blossoming in the curve of her throat , thick as bile ; simply divine ! watch how cream drips from her , witnes the evolution of a beast , ❛  ——  i’m a big girl anyway ,  i know just how to take care of myself . and forgive me , honey , but you don’t seem like the type of man who can . based on your roommate’s manner i mean ,  ❜   a coquettish grin . blood seeps into gethsemane’s plains ,  ❛ —— what is it they say now ? birds of a feather flock together . hm ,  it seems your darling roommate’s reputation precedes you , baby . ❜

More than anything, the prince liked playing the game. It wasn’t a snake curling up around its prey’s legs– soft, smooth and twisted, only expecting for it to end fatally. No, it wasn’t out of need or hunger or anger. He liked the game and enjoyed the challenge the girl posed. His posture did not change. Arrogant as ever, he stood tall, resting an elbow against the table behind. He observed as she rose and smirked as she spoke. The slightest sign of disgust at her comment shown on his left hand– closed into a fist. the flicker of a muscle on his right cheek and then it was gone. A sly smile replaced the smirk swinging his body towards the nearest chair. “ Does it now ? ” He asked. Voice strong and amused. Lacking curiosity about her response, yet showing quite some interest in the curve of her lip. Her face was one he recognized from some magazines and gossip newspapers. Cover pages flaunting at him as he walked down Apalusia’s main street ( SCANDAL, SEX, TROUBLE ) she certainly didn’t pose as one who made dear rich papa proud, yet who was he to judge or care ? He’d owned quite a few of those same headlines with barely any regrets. “ I would’ve thought I’d have a reputation of my own by now. ” He went on and about, making himself at home despite her presence. Giving the girl a slight smirk before taking the wet and sticky and simply uncomfortable shirt off, skin gleaming with the sun as tiny droplets of sweat still lingered on his bare chest. “ You’d be right though, I’m not usually one to take care of others, that would be my brother. ”

“ …So, do you mind if I sit here? I sort of tripped and ran into someone and as I was saying sorry they were making death threats and it just turned into this whole ordeal and I made a run for it. Ran into a wall. I’m trying to blend in right now. “

Both brows rose midway through his rather long explanation. He wasn’t listening, not really– he never really put too much effort in long speeches from others. A smile– no, a smirk showed as he came to the end of the story. “ That is fascinating. ” An amused tone. Left foot up on his right knee, a hand resting on the back of the bench. “ You know I always wondered how anyone could actually run into a wall. ”

“Let me cut to the chase: how much d’you want to switch rooms with me?”

“ Now why would I want something you don’t ? ” 

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bored was an underestimate of how the young girl currently felt. if there was anything more she HATED than attending to royal duties, it was getting to the places said events would occur. already properly dressed from head to toe, she had to ENDURE an hour long ride, all while trying not to squirm in her seat from how much the fabric itched. the tiny brunette could only wait for the second she could TOSS the dress aside and hop back into the comfort of her cotton tee and pair of jeans. an outfit not ‘suitable’ for a princess according to her mother but one imogene would happily wear for the rest of her life. but as miserable as the girl currently felt, she didn’t let it bring her down. instead, she focused on the beauty of it, looking out her window gasping and awe’ing at the sights while she hummed softly under her breath. her attention in her own little world until will’s CRY for their mother brought her back into reality. a PUZZLED looked on her face as she turned to look at her mother in protest before snapping her head back at her older brother. “i am not !! i wasn’t even doing ANYTHING !!” her lips parted as she glared at the older boy, “it’s called a family event, einstein.”

a ‘sweet’ smile rose on genevieve’s lips as she looked up at the man with a loving gaze, delicate fingers brushing a wisp of hair from his face, making sure for the camera’s to get a good shot of the EXTRAVAGANT ring on her finger. anyone currently looking at the two easily mistaking them for a loving couple, the type that only grew stronger as the years went by — but they were FOOLS. love was by far the last emotion genevieve felt as she looked at him but by now this was a game she knew how to play all too well. “oh, honey !!” she teased, her voice filled with that fake sweetness most were too eager to believe in while a few who knew better, knew it was venom. a hand to his shoulder, mimicking actions of a loving wife as the two fooled the cameras. she stepped closer, looking at him with that same ‘affectionate’ gaze. “and if i DON’T ?? are you going to make me ??” she threatened, whispering back loud enough for only him to hear. she was challenging him, one of the few things she took pleasure in, knowing everything else was a bore.

“ Whatever I may need? That’s a tall order. ” She laughed softly at Will’s flirtatious behavior, rolling her eyes at the wink and his mock chivalrous behavior. Far from naive, Harlem knew he was not quite as chivalrous as he presented himself to be. Romance was not high on the nurse’s list of priorities, and a romance between the prince and herself was even less likely, if you asked her. He would certainly have to try harder than a cheesy kiss to her hand.

“And I a tall gentleman.” He stood taller than before, tied hands on his back and a glint in his eyes as he smiled– no, grinned at the girl, tilting his head slightly her way.

“ It was nearly unbearable. ” She was hardly being serious, though she spared the prince a small smile. “ I suppose my suffering is over now, though. ”

“ I’ll be here for whatever you may need now. ” Teasing– yet not. Harlem was a challenge and though he wasn’t that interested, it was her refusal that drew the prince in. A challenge meant a new strategy, he told himself as he continued to flirt with the girl clearly showing he actually didn’t mean any of it. A friendly flirting, if you must call it something. He grabbed her hand next, a charming kiss on top along with a wink directed at the princess.