11-17-2019, 02:07 PM
It is a dangerous thing, this insufferable boredom.
But she knows that Ghaul is occupying his time somewhere else.
With someone else.
And it agitates her nerves, certainly, but it also makes her grin with all that venom.
Because she has never wanted anything more than she has wanted something to destroy.
She had been a strange child and now she is a strange something else. She is not quite an adult but she has lost all of the youth in her thin frame. She no longer cuts her tongue on her fanged teeth. Instead, she sinks them into the throats of her prey and then swallows them whole.
Still, she carries her violent thirst for destruction. It had been born alongside her and fit itself neatly into the chambers of her heart in the days that followed. She had felt it perhaps the most fiercely when she first laid eyes on her father. The useless fool, dead-eyed and dumb. How she loathes him still, though it has been months now since she was last forced to look him in the face.
She thinks of her mother often, but does not long for her desperately enough to risk returning to Taiga. She is certain now that if she looked Bethlehem in the eye now, she would kill him. She would give up her own life to do it, too.
So, instead, she wanders Pangea in search of something worth occupying her time.
But she knows that Ghaul is occupying his time somewhere else.
With someone else.
And it agitates her nerves, certainly, but it also makes her grin with all that venom.
Because she has never wanted anything more than she has wanted something to destroy.
She had been a strange child and now she is a strange something else. She is not quite an adult but she has lost all of the youth in her thin frame. She no longer cuts her tongue on her fanged teeth. Instead, she sinks them into the throats of her prey and then swallows them whole.
Still, she carries her violent thirst for destruction. It had been born alongside her and fit itself neatly into the chambers of her heart in the days that followed. She had felt it perhaps the most fiercely when she first laid eyes on her father. The useless fool, dead-eyed and dumb. How she loathes him still, though it has been months now since she was last forced to look him in the face.
She thinks of her mother often, but does not long for her desperately enough to risk returning to Taiga. She is certain now that if she looked Bethlehem in the eye now, she would kill him. She would give up her own life to do it, too.
So, instead, she wanders Pangea in search of something worth occupying her time.
these violent delights have violent ends
g o s p e l,
