"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۔
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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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