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(✨) Golden Starred ——— 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝐇͟𝐄͟𝐑͟𝐎͟𝐄͟𝐒, revered in all
glory.. : 𝗚͟𝗜͟𝗟͟𝗚͟𝗔͟𝗠͟𝗘͟𝗦͟𝗛. ->
Dreams disappear when the dreamer wakes. Every last one of them, with no exception."
#FATERP / #FGORP / #MVRP
two more and past a set of rather large doors that have chains upon them–locked to keep others out. Airy red. . like water speeded from underneath these doors and stained the floor below. .
❝Sleep is needed.❞
Genevieve tilts her head and the sway of her hair follows. A scar from the past makes an appearance–a lethal mark upon her jugular that could have killed her.
The angel hums at what was said. The bird has children of his own, she wonders why they are not with him. . but such —
business is not for her to know. . yet.
The tiny angel pads her way over to the bird. Taking hold of his left hand before moving forward to where her room lays whereas she so says;
❝It's cold out here. ❞
The child of colours is gentle. Guiding the bird down a hall, down —
wit yet fast with her words. But some times, angels are creatures of innocent habit. . but this angel has a habit of a very violent past.
Her biological family, except for her mother, father and grandmother as well as her brother, are not so nice.
❝Why?❞
The child says nothing as of yet, she listened before saying what was needed–her expression is that of honey so.
❝You watch me from a far. After the fall of the chandelier, you have been close by. . ❞
Togata Genevieve is a very smart child for her age. She is quick with her —
He chuckled to hide his manic thoughts.
“…I handle them accordingly…as well as make them an example for the others. I still get good sleep though, don’t get me wrong. I just wake up way later than the rest of you.”
The small dear jumps a foot in the air, long tresses of curls sway as she turns to face the bird. Cocoa hues–chocolate diamonds gaze.
❝Couldn't sleep.❞
The angel only hums after that.
❝Why are you up?❞
“You know, if you want to make no sound, wear socks. Feet stick to the floor, and make a distinct sound which I’m able to hear.”
After he’s done scaring the daylights outta her, he smiles and asks
“Whatcha doing up so late, precious?”
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"Life doesn't get easier, you just get STRONGER."
- OC variation of a young Shao Kahn BEFORE he was Kahn.
- Over 12 years roleplaying experience in the MK Verse.
- Dark Themes - 18+ ONLY.
- Literate and Descriptive.
other words. . the title is an empty one until I see fit if you are worthy of wearing the crown you think you deserve. My dad bled and so will you, the reign of red is yet to be over.❞
Another breeze comes waltzing in as the beauty herself moves to shield herself from its iciness. The mocha model again heard all that the latter said before she herself speaks;
❝Such title fits you, no other will do.❞
And large gust of wind comes rushing forth–curls of pink —
voice so.
❝Just because I call you by such a title does not mean a thing, it shows that I have respect for you. A kind of respect that not many can get whereas even though you have so humbly taken a liking to being called my uncle does not mean that you can slack off. .
In —
The child mentally said spoke, saying ouch after she was placed on the couch. She of colours did not love an inch as her uncle does his job in finding out what is wrong with her.
Her chest is on fire and her sides are sore, her heart is aching while her lungs burn.