( a hooded figure on their knees in flickering candlelight, bleeding hands clasped together in what seems like prayer, whispers falling from chapped lips .
⠀patience . patience . your time will come . )
she licks blood off her fingers and she looks like divine absolution . careful, meleager; this is your sport but she's not playing a game .
do not think you are safe because you love her .
do not think she will not stain her mouth red with your blood too .
@AMURDERCROW ( the worst of the itch eases eventually as he moves, but the feeling of an invisible weight on his skin remains . like being watched . all the time, no matter where he goes . )