[open] dazzling starlet, bardot reincarnate

[hysperia]

when the heart would cease, ours nеver knew peacе

Something intrinsic is missing from the dark green blur of Hysperia's gaze. Deep in her well of hurt, there cries a frightened empathy, a bleeding heart. A vicious hunger saps all of Hysperia's resources until there is nothing left but the maddening drip, drip, drip of a trickle of water. Devoid of empathy, of anything other than the crushing weight of her existence, she watches Rapt. She watches the emptiness of him yawning before her.

Hysperia's mouth opens slightly, an old split in her lip opens and blooms blood across her teeth. She tastes the air, the crispness of it, the importance, the decadence. The rot and decay of the falling leaves mingling with something hot, feverish. All the cold of the air sucks into her lungs and suddenly she is gentle, she is smiling, she bows her head even as her eyes sharpen like twin blades on butcher's steel. Even as the warm crimson still stains her teeth.

"No," she answers, simply. "I was just looking for company." It is so easy when she lies, as natural as air slipping into her chest.

Hysperia slips closer to Rapt, shaking out the tangled locks on her nape as her flesh shivers with a cool breeze. The Hunger lifts its lazy head, appraising and purring, eager. Hysperia cannot stop herself when she drifts closer, when she feigns a cold shake, when her eyes follow all of the lines of his body too eagerly.

"Hysperia," she says, soft and slow.

"A pleasure."

hysperia

@rapt