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CULLEN 🕸 SPELLSTAGRAM UPDATE
location : elementaire sleeping quarters ⸝⸝
💭 “ so as you can see, my hair is not
hard and full of dandruff. and my hair-
line is not receding. dedma sa bashers. ”
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nothing's changed. you'll go home. you'll be bored. you'll be ignored. no one will listen to you —— REALLY listen to you. you're too clever and you're too quiet for them to understand. they don't even get your name right.
As his breathing became more evenly paced , he channeled all his concentration to the flowers .
He yearned to make contact , to experience the sensation of the petals against his skin for the very first time .
The sight of his favorite flowers succumbing to decay distracted him , and he could not help but wonder where this person had learned the skills to cultivate them .
... How did they know .ᐣ
His hands found their way up to his face , nails clawing at the soft flesh of his cheeks — as if trying to physically drive away the intensity of it all .
A profound horror gnawed at his heart ,
❝ Ah ... AHHHH .ᐟ.ᐟ ❞
A guttural scream escaped from his lips , tears streaming down his face as his features contorted in distress .
Astaroth's mind was a chaotic storm — flooded with fragmented memories surging up from the depths of his subconscious . Almost instinctively , his body curled into a fetal position as he slumped on the cold , dark steps .
@KCWBORNE00 He waited and waited ; patience strained to the breaking point , until finally — the excruciating pain subsided and he found himself enveloped in the welcoming embrace of silence .