𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 + SAINT TRINA.

rest now— ๋࣭⭑ the darkness will carry us to sleep. *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ #eldenringrp ✰ #mvrp

It is worthless how frail arms cradle her own skull; vengeance in neglect not forgotten, unfettered muscle still endlessly beating in spite, spite of it all. “Cast your cloak of wakefulness free of flesh, little love.” Melodious songs, she hovers in a state of disgrace.

please, take all of me. take every part of me, take everything till there is nothing left. i won't mind, i'll love you regardless. i'll love you until i can no longer love.

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ❛ 𝓞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐍ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 ❜ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ🜍ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

You'll cry yourself to death. Tell me: Why are you so devoted to your pain?

please don’t leave me. oh, god, please don’t leave me. swear you won’t leave me! you have to swear it!

maybe we're meant to lose the ones we love.

“Are you afraid…?” Eyes do not weep, not in this foul garden. Arms are fragile, abandoned by might—flesh clinging to bone; just so—fingertips yearning to taste salt of tears. “I can keep you safe.”

#ELDENRING St. Trina

this is love. it has no end or beginning.

i will take good care of you, i will take good care of you.

i'm sorry i can't make you proud of me.

“You 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 drink, sweet one.” A chirp, gaze lazy—her fatigue an eternal curse as she sways in her blossoming elegance. Petals soft, petals caressed by a violet hell, her tresses spill over their edges. “You look so weary. Let the nectar carry you into the 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱.”

St. Trina #ELDENRING #エルデンリング

St Trina wip #ELDENRING

St. Trina #ELDENRING #エルデンリング

ABANDONED LOVE : for we are one && then naught — miquella.

Devoted, weak fingers seek the darling 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧’𝙨 face—ghosting for treachery. “The war drums beat in your cage. If you must slaughter…” Voice meek, she swallows a breath—seconds bleeding with the exploration of fingers. “Save the poor soul. I cannot recognise him.”

I miss you more than anything

“Do not be afraid, little one.” She curls into her own body, an eye peeking through the frame of arms. “—Sleep beckons. It is safe.”

one by one, your desires convince me you've always been human.