‣ ‣ 𝗟𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗗

[Reminiscing] Can you believe when i pulled the sword from the stone they told me to put it back

Hippolyta.

the dark world? / i'll meet you there, friend.

any moment might be our last. everything is beautiful because we are doomed. you will never be lovelier than you are now. we will never be here again.

sometimes, when i am alone like this, i think i hear your mouth, your stupid mouth agape — the wet earth of my desire. and i want to hook my fingers into you: a hunger still unraveling like silk in my stomach.

my teeth have found purchase in your flesh. push me away now, and i would shake and tear fibre from bone. you would not be rid of me without agony.

i always thought i was an unfathomable pit， until you jumped in and i felt your feet touch the bottom of me. you never feared the abyss.

used to introducing myself to the masses as their sovereign, but I do see your point! This is not the proud empire of Rome, after all! Now, to whom do I owe this absolute delight to be critiqued by? Your color scheme is quite pleasing to the eye!

Oh—

Umu! I am nothing if not boisterous upon entrance! Though, only a seven? That seems quite low for an Emperor of my stature! I'll have to retry later. . .

And the most dastardly thing of them all.. You hate COCKS!