Don't compare her to sunshine and roses when she's clearly orchids and moonlight
It's so dumb and irritating how Insta keeps trying to make us believe that getting countless flowers is the real expression of "Love and Effort"
"When I was young and alone in my room at night, with a father who didn't like my existence and no mother and no friends, just my overactive imagination you know what I used to think about?" she murmured, never breaking their locked gaze. "When one of my father's guards sneaked into my room and I had to fight him off - wallowing in my loneliness and self-pity, you know what I would dream about?"
He waited for her answer, never moving those intense blue eyes from hers.
"A monster," she whispered. "My monster. One who could keep me safe and kill the other monsters who wanted to hurt me."
"You always fucking had him, wildcat."
🖤
"I was given this cottage since Maroni took me under his wing, When I was young, I used to lie here some nights after a training session, and I wanted to die.
There was always a gun in the drawer, and I almost ended it some days, you know what stopped me every time?"
Morana shook her head.
"Thinking my sister would always wonder why her brother didn't love her enough to live for her. I couldn't leave her with that.
But that day seemed so far away and I was so powerless. Every day felt like too much. So you know what I wondered about?"
Morana shook her head again, her throat tight, her chest heavy.
"you."
And so the night will end.
"Sheath your claws, wildcat." he murmured softly
Morana growled, pushing him into the wall, glaring at him.
"Don't play these juvenile games with me, Tristan. I will cut you open and eat you alive."
"There she is."
Morana frowned, not understanding. But she breathed deeply.
"What was that?"
"I just wanted to see something"
"What?"
"If you burned as I burn with the need to claim you. That I wasn't alone in the fire."
🖤
میں انساں ہوں لیکن
یہ نو سال جو غم کے قالب میں گزرے
حسن کوزہ گر آج اک تودۂ خاک ہے جس
میں نم کا اثر تک نہیں ہے۔
ن۔م۔راشد~
"This was the man whose eyes spoke death and trailed life across her skin."
~Tristan
there's a blissful darkness behind the drops of blood
Such a naive soul to let yourself bled in surrounding of sharks
I can feel those demons alluring me in, and I am not afraid that they'll devour me, but that I'll get addicted to it.
I exposed my jugular to you despite seeing the knife in your hand
The fact that not having people around you is better than having people around you who are not present.
Story of a broken Vase
maybe I am too blinded by my own darkness to see others desire for light
"I'll break every single finger of the hand that touches you, Then, I will slit their throat just on the surface, letting them bleed and howl like I skinned them alive.And then I will set them on fire."
She felt owned. "And what if I want them to touch me?"
His lips twitched, "you won't."
"How do you know?"
"Because, you come alive only for me."
~Tristan Caine
"or maybe - I'll destroy him for anyone else."
"His demons dance with mine."
~Morana
Tears streaked down her face, mingling with her laughter as Morana realized she was losing it.
She was truly losing it.
She was breaking down.
And it felt fucking glorious.
For a moment completely suspended in time, she floated, somewhere between agony and joy, somewhere between sensation and numbness, somewhere between caring too much and not giving a fuck, and it was utter beautiful perfection.
For that moment.
She felt free, not weighed down by demons, by responsibilities, by histories,
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