𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝓼𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝓹𝒓͟𝒐͟𝒕͟𝒆͟𝒄͟𝒕͟𝒐͟𝒓

the bright crimson of a rose ﹠ the scarlet welling up on the pad of her finger as she pricks it on a thorn.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍 𝐎𝐖𝐋. 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

a nemesis; an enemy.

⠀i am the righteous hand of god ╱ and i’m the devil that you forgot .

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀𝓸nly a mind free of ⠀ ⠀⠀𝓲mpediment is capable ⠀ ⠀⠀𝓸f grasping the 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄 ⠀ ⠀⠀𝓫𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 of the world. this ⠀ ⠀⠀𝓲s our 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙩. ❜ ⠀

╱╱ ⠀ do you know what 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 it glows when 𝕺𝒍𝒅𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝒘𝒂𝒓? (...) ﹠̲﹠̲ ❛ 𝕬𝑙𝑙 i wanted was for 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 to say that they were 𝐬o͟r͟r͟y͟ for 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑⠀ 𝑡𝑜 𝒎𝒆.

ㅤㅤit’s you ! despite everything , it’s still you .

⠀ ⠀⠀𝓬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 ⠀ 𝖈𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. ⠀

︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 𝓠𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝕽𝐀͢𝐕͢𝐄͢𝐍͢ , ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❝ 𝐍̲𝐄̲𝐕̲𝐄̲𝐑̲𝐌̲𝐎̲𝐑̲𝐄̲ .ᐟ ❞

friend or foe?

i was not a lovable child， and i'd grown into a deeply unlovable adult. draw a picture of my soul， and it'd be a scribble with fangs.

⠀ᅠ ᅠ DO YOU KNOW WHAT COLOR IT GLOWS WHEN OLDTOWN CALLS IT’S BANNERS TO WAR ? 𝙂͟𝙍͟𝙀͟𝙀͟𝙉. ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

only  he  knew,  in  the  midst  of  a  sad  sigh,  that  the  person  buried  inside  the  sword  mound,  that  pleasantly  warm  and  bright  young  boy,  would  never  return  again.