OLD FC CHALLENGE ⇝ Maeria Elric Orseund.
[ weapon for the wrong guys, wind turns into blades in her hands, magical and hunted ]
extraits fav de vieux rps:
(lost father found again)
❝ I don’t know how to be that girl anymore. Son poing arrache les larmes de ses yeux. I’m sorry, but I don’t think you’d like who she became. ❞
(we were children when you saved me, then you were my ghost, and now you’d like me to think you are my devil but i never craved another’s touch so much)
❝ Si elle avait mille âmes, elle les lui donnerait toutes ; mais elle n’en a qu’une, alors il la prend milles fois.
Il l’assassine. Creuse la tombe morose et elle contemple, les bras en croix, son ange noir la couvrir de terre. Jusqu’à ce qu’enfin, le souvenir vénusté s’engouffre.
She’s there, barely breathing, barely existing, somewhat unreal, thinking he might still care for he murders her with such devotion. ❞
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