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𝘒𝘢𝘦 — ⌞𝘒𝘢𝘩-𝘌⌝ 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯: 𝘒𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘴, ⌞𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘩-𝘢𝘳-𝘰𝘴'⌝ — 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥; 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦— 𝘬ó𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘴, ⌞𝘬á.𝘵ʰ𝘢𝘳.𝘴𝘪𝘴⌝ ⌞one-eyed-twice-drowned.carrd.co⌝

I am an appetite, nothing more .

@DeepspaceXia She clicked her tongue, a sharp, irritated sound. “But,” she continued, gaze narrowing, “𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 was quite saddened by the sound of your sighing. And the grating of her voice against the inner walls of this brain has become too irksome to ignore. So, here I am.”

@DeepspaceXia “Don’t flatter yourself now by taking a mere form of address to heart. You are not the only one to whom the name is applied. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t have called you anything at all; I am not particularly inclined to like you.”

Sighs.

@DeepspaceXia A͓̽w͓̽w͓̽,͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽h͓̽a͓̽t͓̽’͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽r͓̽o͓̽n͓̽g͓̽?͓̽ ͓̽D͓̽o͓̽n͓̽’͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽a͓̽n͓̽n͓̽a͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽a͓̽l͓̽k͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽b͓̽o͓̽u͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽i͓̽t͓̽h͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽e͓̽?͓̽ ͓̽H͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽u͓̽d͓̽e͓̽.͓̽

@deepspacekae ......nothing.

@DeepspaceXia W͓̽h͓̽a͓̽t͓̽’͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽s͓̽i͓̽g͓̽h͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽o͓̽r͓̽,͓̽ ͓̽s͓̽w͓̽e͓̽e͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽a͓̽r͓̽t͓̽?͓̽

@deepspacekae Hm?

𝘏͓̽𝘰͓̽𝘭͓̽𝘥͓̽ ͓̽𝘮͓̽𝘦͓̽ ͓̽𝘥͓̽𝘰͓̽𝘸͓̽𝘯͓̽ ͓̽𝘜͓̽𝘯͓̽𝘵͓̽𝘪͓̽𝘭͓̽ ͓̽𝘐͓̽'͓̽𝘮͓̽ ͓̽𝘴͓̽𝘦͓̽𝘦͓̽𝘵͓̽𝘩͓̽𝘪͓̽𝘯͓̽𝘨͓̽ ͓̽𝘖͓̽𝘱͓̽𝘦͓̽𝘯͓̽ ͓̽𝘺͓̽𝘰͓̽𝘶͓̽𝘳͓̽ ͓̽𝘪͓̽𝘯͓̽𝘴͓̽𝘪͓̽𝘥͓̽𝘦͓̽𝘴͓̽

Me unfortunately

O Emissary .ᐟ Sing of divinity across this barren land .ᐟ

Oculorum™ Latin for “of the eyes” - speaks to the act of seeing, observing, and understanding through vision.

hope i always feel familiar to you in a way a curse does. lingering. haunting. eating you alive. nested feathers seen as dark woe. in every sense i’m a spirit slipped off your guilt

MORE OFTEN THAN NOT，THE DOG THAT BITES IS THE DOG THAT THINKS HE HAS NO OTHER OPTION; I FEEL AS THOUGH MY BODY LANGUAGE MUST BE CONSTANTLY SCREAMING IF YOU DO NOT KEEP YOUR FINGERS OUT OF THE BARS YOU ARE GOING TO GET THEM TORN OFF.

i’ll tell you why i spit on your forgiveness, i’ll tell you why i loathe your redemption. to reach a hand down to somebody, they need to be beneath you— and i am beneath nobody.

t𝘩𝗲 𝗲𝗑𝖼𝘩ɑ𝗇𝗴𝗲𝖽 t𝗼𝗇𝗴𝗎𝗲𝙨 𝗼𝗳 ɑ𝗇t𝗂-𝗲𝗎𝖼𝘩ɑ𝙧𝗂𝙨t𝗂𝖼 𝙧𝗲𝗹𝗂𝖼𝙨.

⠀she didn’t deserve death. i did— i do.

@phantomxcipher And in her eyes, the absolute, devouring blackness flickered, splintering into a sudden, frantic iridescence, shimmering with the fragile, kaleidoscopic light of dragonfly wings.

@phantomxcipher she snarled, the command a sudden, sharp lash. Yet in the very breath of it, the iron faltered; a tremor ran through her voice, a momentary fraying that rendered her almost impossibly childish. It was a crack in the monolith, a glimpse of the girl beneath the ghost.

...? Hm.