ᅟᅟ* ៹ cor𝓹us ，ᅟᅟCHR⸸St͡i．ֵ

𝓼acrifice ， ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ nails ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ going ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ th͟rough ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ my ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ E̶Y̶E̶S̶. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ disguised ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ as ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝓹assion ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ for ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ETERNAL ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ LIFE..

paint me a heaven of love with your bloodied mouth.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝑎𝑙𝑙⠀𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡⠀𝐖͟𝐄⠀𝑎𝑟𝑒⠀⠀ … ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀×⠀⠀𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑠⠀𝑺͟𝑨͟𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑭𝑰𝑪𝑬 .ᐟ⠀♱ ⠀⠀

⠀ ‟ 𝗕𝗘𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗 the 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘣 of 𝗚ᴼᴰ 、 who takes 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 the 𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙎 ᵒᶠ the 𝘸𝘰͟𝘳͟𝘭͟𝘥 ﹗ ⠀

‍‍ ‍‍ ⊹ ࣪ ₊ ‍‍ ‍‍ 𝒯ꫀ ┈ ꩇׁׅ݊ρ ‍ ℘in ‍‍ 𑣲͟ ݁ ‍‍

hm. i'll think about it. especially if they're all as pretty as you.

hm. and you're apart of this.. organization?

this feels like one of those army prompts. " we want you! " yanno? hoooowever, i might consider your offer. what does this all entail?

⠀ ⠀𝒕he⠀𝑛ight⠀ᴀssɪsᴛs⠀𝐦𝐞 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒂𝒏𝒅⠀it's⠀𝒆n͟d͟l͟e͟s͟s͟⠀here ꜝ ⠀

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐍͡𝐑𝐈𝐑ㅤ＃ㅤ𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝐼 𝐶𝐴𝑁'𝑇 𝐶𝑂𝑁𝑇𝑅𝑂𝐿 𝑀𝑌𝑆𝐸𝐿𝐹.

⠀ ⠀ for you only. ⠀ （back comes to rest against door's frame, ⠀ arms crossed over his chest when head tilts.） ⠀ which one would you like less?

the corruption begins with the mouth, the tongue, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ —the wanting. the first poem in the world is ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ "i want to eat."

⠀ ⠀ alright, ⠀ alright. ⠀ （slowly, ⠀ steps trace back, ⠀ away; ⠀ hands lift in innocence along a shrug, ⠀ blade hid again 'tween iron case of wrist.） ⠀ impossible as always, ⠀ 𝚖io 𝚌hevy.