You did thirst for blood, and with blood, I fill you.
~Dante Alghieri, Inferno
With Lyla, he had learned patience was the key. She was like the black roses he liked to grow for gifting to her. She needed the right soil, the right amount of sun and water and nourishment, the right amount of care and patience to blossom, Most importantly, just like the rose, she needed someone willing to take the thorns, someone willing to bleed for her bloom.
-Dainn
It was incredible how she could make him the calmest he had ever been yet the craziest, how she could inspire both his chaos and his cool to the same degree.
-Dainn
She was his north star, the only thing constant, bright in his tenebrous world.
-Lyla and Dain
Ennui was the end for everyone.
"No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell."
~Carl Jung
She kissed him back in the middle of ruins that had witnessed unspeakable horrors,the girl with the soul of the moon- blemished, darkened, ephemeral - finally finding a man with the soul of the night to shine with.
~Gothikana 🖤
She had sorcery in those eyes, and he was bewitched, besotted, begone.
~Gothikana
betrayal can be sweet also
"I feel safe with you." Corvina confessed in the dark.
"I'm lost most days. Sometimes in my head. Still trying to figure myself out every day. And it feels like every day the world keeps spinning around with something new and worse thrown in the mix," she paused, keeping her eyes on the view. "I'm building my castle brick by brick in the middle of the storm, and I'm wondering if the mountain underneath my feet will crumble." She turned her neck to catch his eyes. "You're my mountain, my Vad. I don't know how and I don't understand why, but somehow I'm building my castle on you."
"Build your castle, Corvina," he told her quietly as they both watched the view.
"I am not moving anywhere. Build your castle as fucking high as you want."
"What about that piano there? The one you were repairing?"
"It was my grandfather's," he told her. "They liked having music with their murder."
Corvina shuddered, remembering what they had done in that place.
"I can't believe we kissed by it. That's just so macabre."
Something shifted in his eyes, a side of his lips curving.
"I would've kissed you bathed in blood, Corvina. If I had a chance to kiss you while a
thousand ghosts rise from their graves, I would have kissed you. Don't doubt that."
"I am your madness.
I'm in your head, in your blood, in your very veins. I've claimed you before anything else ever could. Your body, your heart, your mind, your fucking soul, it's all mine. Your hunger is mine to feed, your madness is mine to tame. Do you feel that?"
~Vad Deverell
"Then would a stranger know the fears of your mind?" he demanded. "Would a stranger know that you like to break the rules, that you like doing the exact things people tell you not to do, that you get shy when someone gives you attention and bold when you think no one is watching? Would a stranger know the hunger in your soul? Would he feed it as I have?"
"This is happening, little crow," he whispered softly against her lips.
"I'm done denying this. You've haunted me long enough. And I don't care if you're haunted by forces beyond your understanding or if it's all in your head, you're mine now. For as long as this madness ensues."
Her jaw trembled as she looked up at him with burning eyes.
"For as long as this madness ensues."
"You play so beautifully," she mused out loud, in a slight daze. "Even your demons must sing."
His eyes opened at that. "And what do your demons do, little crow?"
She looked away "Scream."
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۔
✨
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
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