“To poison the sting, from time to time, it’s the acme of art.”
Necromancer
Decayed and abandoned houses always fascinated me and I was never sure why, but I felt like... in some twisted way I belonged to them, as if all of these haunting, marginal and chaotic places were just a reflection of whom I was inside
-- something in ruins
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I love the nights, when streets fall quiet
When neon glow bathes
the passer-by
Your hand in mine, our eyes alight as
Words warble, music plays, and last-call looms.
Alleyway walls, stone cold against your back
Our kiss soft,
like falling snow
There is no one else here
but you and I
Only you
Only your eyes
Why thank you love <3 Of course, sha'll we plot? I'll read over what information you have on your page and see if I can think of any ideas, let me know if you have any yourself id love to hear them!
Beautiful character, I'd love to write together sometime!