Drusilla

I was dreaming... we were in Paris. You had a branding iron.

[Drusilla @EyesToEntrails]

"I see a throne room like a gilded cage. A palace for a princess, carved in bone. The crown is still mine, but it bleeds when I put it on."

[Drusilla @EyesToEntrails]

"I had a dream about Death. He came in the night and blew all the candles out. He saved mine for last and then there was only starlight. And the sound of my sisters.

...Do you think the stars closed their eyes too?"

[Drusilla @EyesToEntrails]

"I had a dream about a well. There were stars at the bottom. And cosmos. The sky but looked on from above, like the way God must see it. A Princess gazed into it with longing. And when she dove in, she fell forever.

...I miss Paris."

[Drusilla @EyesToEntrails]

@ShoneInHerEyes My eyes shine as I take a step closer.

"Don't you want to find out?"

[Drusilla @EyesToEntrails]

@ShoneInHerEyes "Tch..."

My tongue tuts softly against the roof of my mouth as I turn to face you in as eerie a swivel as the irregular angle of an owl's head.

"A crown of thorns, pet. Sponges and vinegar too. But can we ever bleed enough to clear the rot inside?"

[Drusilla @EyesToEntrails]

@OHB0LLOCKS — Will you love me when your skin begins to crack?

[Drusilla @EyesToEntrails]

@OHB0LLOCKS [A squeal of delight bubbles up from deep in my throat as our bodies come together. Heat from his touch, and now we can burn together. My fingers slide down his throat, down his chest, until my palm can press flat over his heart.]

Will you love me still when you turn to ash? —

[Drusilla @EyesToEntrails]

"Clothos and Lachesis have taken the wrong seats... a terrible confusion in all that is and all that was. Atropos weeps for all that will be as the threads of time begin to fray on the loom."

[Drusilla @EyesToEntrails]

"Death and decay..." a giddy smile lights up my expression, pure joy at the prospect. "Just like Christmas. What colour is the bow?"

[༒ Summers. ༒ @OfSlayingSass]

“I carved your name into a stake, reserved just for you, does that count?”

[Drusilla @EyesToEntrails]

"Slayer..." a murmur of confirmation more than a hiss of displeasure as the word leaves my mouth. I tilt my head as I look at her. "Have you brought me a present?"

[༒ Summers. ༒ @OfSlayingSass]

How wonderful…

[Drusilla @EyesToEntrails]

"I had a dream about a garden.

Belladonna grows so lovely in the moonlight, and thorn bushes are tended to by death's gentle hand.

...Do you like daisies?"

[Drusilla @EyesToEntrails]

"I've set the table for tea and addressed the place cards in red. But Miss Edith forgot to send the invitations."

I lift a blind folded china doll into my arms and cradle her gently.

"There will be no cakes today."

[Drusilla @EyesToEntrails]

"There's no place at my table for bad manners. Miss Edith will be crossing your name off the guest list."

[༒ Summers. ༒ @OfSlayingSass]

Not to be nerdy, but if Arkham was real, Drusilla should be locked away in it.

[Drusilla @EyesToEntrails]

"Hands of thorns, digging into whatever can be held. The lamb wriggles and bleats while Death stands and watches."