Human contact was such a precious thing. Only people who had been starved of touch knew the value of it, knew to never take it for granted, especially something so intimate like sleeping beside someone. As someone who had always slept alone, even when she'd lived with her mama, Corvina hadn't realized how hungry she had been for the prolonged contact that made her feel so belonged. She'd always wanted to belong, to be loved, to be cherished by someone despite every baggage she came with. The sheer degree of that desire made something hollow inside her chest gnaw and ache.
One card fell out from the deck, and another and another. Her mama smiled up at her, throwing the deck to the side and picking up the cards that had come during her shuffle, turning them to show her.
The Devil. The Lovers. The Tower.
All major arcana, All powerful omens.
"You know what's coming, baby," her mother said smiling, "A storm. The only safe place is the eye. He is the storm. He will keep you safe."
"Who mama?," Corvina asked, trying to free her legs from whatever was holding her in place.
"The devil," her mama answered.
"The one in the card?" she outstrenched her hands, trying to reach her.
"The one in your heart," her mother chuckled "Once you taste the forbidden fruit, you belong to the devil."
شمع کو پگھلنے کا ارمان کیوں ہے؟
اچھی لڑکیاں اپنے علاوہ کسی اور سے نہیں ڈرتی۔
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And darling, How would we know? If you and I would not go through
such a pain that so beautifully drove us insane, that made you and I feel so alive whilst we, we were dying inside.
~a beautiful tragedy
yellow butterfly with black streaks, white butterfly, grey butterfly, grey with black streaks butterfly, Brown like autumn leaves butterfly, off-white butterfly and many baby butterflies. I saw so many butterflies today. 🖤🤍✨
She wanted, she wanted, to the marrow of her bones, oh how she wanted him, without truly knowing him, knowing who he was or where he came from. It was madness. The molecules in her body recognized the molecules in his, the madness in her blood recognized the madness in his, the melancholy in her soul recognized the melancholy in his.
~Gothikana
"This is lust," she whispered, trying to validate it, excuse it.
"No, Corvina. I've known lust. This is something worse. This is a barbaric need to possess, to eliminate, to own, This is madness."
"If this is madness, drown me in it."
"If this is madness, I've already descended too far."
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"Danse Macabre"
"The Dance of Death".
"The idea emerged in the late Middle Ages. The idea that there is universality in death, regardless of who you are in life and
your station or how much you possess, you will have to dance with death in the end. Kind of beautiful, if macabre, isn't it?"
It was. Both terribly beautiful and horribly macabre, that death came to all in the end.
~Gothikana
"I told you not to give me those eyes," Silver met Violet in a dark corner of the library, "your eyes have such hunger. Your soul is starved,and your flesh is famished."
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Cracks in a glass barely holding together jagged edges, ready to bleed anything it touched.
I am burning harder than before,
I know, I am a wildfire myself
I am burnt, I burn
I know, it hurts you too
but darling, I cannot help it at all
I am burning like ashes, that you turned into
inside and within every lyric that you sing.
Oh, my beloved, I am away from home
I know, it was not hard to fall for you
but falling out of love kills me alive.
~Rks
I have met admirers and those who are above
Those who don’t spare me a glance
And those who don’t care
But what I crave is meeting someone
Who can speak the language of madness like me
Who can recognize the demons dancing in my eyes behind the veil
Who can communicate with me eye-to-eye
I’ll hear whispers of his skin,
And screams of his soul, without touching
I want to feel ablaze, get ignited
By rage, anticipation, intensity, and unsaid feelings
I have met many people in my life
But now I want to meet my end
The bane of my existence, my undoing.
There was a natural order to the world, a system that could not be interverted. Taking a life was unnatural, something against the very basic cycle of life and death. An act of such severity tainted the energy around it.
~Gothikana
"Steer clear of me, little crow." he muttered, his eyes piercing, flaying her open. "You might be a luring siren but I am no ordinary sailor. I am a mad pirate and I am trying to resist your call. If I land on your shores, I will plunder and take away everything worth having. Be very careful giving me those eyes."
~ Gothikana
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"You need to be less obvious when you driff off. We all do it but I can't let that slide without reprimand in my class. And I don't want to bring attention to you."
"Why?"
"Because you are bewitching," he murmured "And I don't want others fantasizing about you during my class."
He smelled of dangerous adventures and coming home, of heartache and nostalgia.
"I love you. And you've taken everything from me. You've taken my entire heart and soul and my ability to love another. Sometimes I hate you for that. Sometimes I wish I'd never met you. Because now that I have, now that I'm in love with you, I'll never be able to carve you out. You said I'd bleed out before that'd ever happen, and you were right. And I hate you for that."
"I'll never get tired of hearing you say you love me, and If you ever stop, I'll put strings in your lips and make you say it."
Then he leans down closer until his breath fans across my cheeks and whispers, "But I don't believe you."
There were always a few things
I knew but did not understand
and then I met you
You made me understand
how beauty can be deadly
how silence pierces our souls
how kindness can be cruel
how innocence manipulates
how people can be pretty,
and ugly and sore
the deception of beauty
the lies of good
the truths of malice
how submission can be a trick
and betrayals; provoked.
"Would you do it?" I question, looking up at him. "If I asked, would you, spare his life?"
"Yes," he responds. "I would kill for you- I have killed for you, but I would also put down a gun and never pick it up again if you asked it of me. The lengths I would go to for you are terrifying, little mouse. So easily, you could destroy me, and I would lie down and take it. I don't care if I live or die- as long as it's all for you."
"Don't say that," I whisper.
"I don't lie, Adeline, and I'm not going to start now."
~Hunting Adeline
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