——𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ Papa, I love you. LOVE FROM IZ ͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀

❝ is it really that shocking? you wound me. ❞

i JUST stepped out of the damn bath and you people are antagonizing me. leave me alone. 💢💢

I 𝘢𝘮 NOT the 𝑬͟𝑵͟𝑫͟，I 𝘢𝘮 a 𝘉͟𝘌͟𝘎͟𝘐͟𝘕͟𝘕͟𝘐͟𝘕͟𝘎 ͟ ，

͏͏͏　　      𝔶𝗈𝗎 𝔴𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝔫𝗈𝗍 𝔠𝗁𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝔱𝗁𝖾 𝔡𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝔣𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝔪𝖾. 𝔦 𝔞𝗆 𝔪𝗒 𝔬𝗐𝗇 𝔤𝔬𝔡 𝔞𝗇𝖽 𝔪𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒𝗋. ͏͏͏

but the grudges of gods are as deathless as their flesh.

it’s so hot, so hard to breathe, there’s no solace for my heart.

i will ruin you. i promise you this.

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏do not fret ᵎ⠀—— your 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 is 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 yo͟ur father 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 ⁽ ¹ ⁾ of you 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴. * 𓆦 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

i am the righteous hand of god and i am the devil that you forgot

A white wing stretched to tuck over Isobel as Aylin smiled at her lover's beautifully dramatic self. "Isobel Thorm... why have I done to deserve you?" Gentle digits scratched the scalp of the cleric as a smile painted her face.

Aylin shifted to lay back next to her lover, messy white hair getting tucked behind her ear. " Do you wish to starve my dearest ? " Her words carried a slight chuckle to them before gently placing a kiss on her lips.