i want to taste the iron
upon your wounded lip,
to gather the crimson sacrament
the world has taught us to fear,
and give it back to you
mouth to mouth.
as though blood were a language
older than the body,
older than the gods
who forbade us
from becoming one another.
@HermitNextDoor1 Aww~ You have some compassion for me, homeowner? Even if you do, you know my brothers and sisters will burn your house to the ground, don't you?
@HermitNextDoor1 What's the point if I'm not going to survive and keep living? I'll have to bid the world goodbye soon.
...but I suppose you're right. Although, everytime I wish to be just as selfish as others, my heart can't seem to do it. Do you know how?
"Well.. Even if you're not so ladylike, so what? A girl can be boyish if they want. You're so young, there's no need to worry about such things. Have fun while you still can."
"Alas, not everybody sees his vision."
-The curls detangled after some effort put into combing them, the cultist remained gentle with her touch-
"Because you're young and... seemed rowdy. But there's always a reason for that."
-Slight chuckle escaped from her lips-
—
“I don’t blame them either.”
[She scoffs. The teen seems to hold strong in her belief that they’re a ‘creepy cult’]
“Yeah, yeah I’ve met him. He can preach all he wants but he won’t convince me to convert or whatever he’s trying to do.”