The pen grows heavy between erratic fingers as whispers of rebellion seek deliverance from freshly inked pages, securing the secrets dwelling within. ( fake )
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alden rippe โโ an instrument of chaos;
the dark tendrils of a soul, consumed by corroding passion, tangled with untouched innocence threatens the balance of the universe.
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alden rippe โโ an instrument of chaos;
the dark tendrils of a soul, consumed by corroding passion, tangled with untouched innocence threatens the balance of the universe.
@BitterChrysalis ( In a moment, I am quick to rise my shoulders in a casual shrug saturated with feigned confidence and all that boyish charm. )
What can I say? I am giving my all so that doesnโt happen.
@BitterChrysalis ยซ dive back into the recesses of my mind, once again seeking the answer to her provocation. )
Honestly, I have done both.
( The quiet thrum along my jaw unveils the bitter uncertainty of it all. )
@BitterChrysalis ( Under the spotlight of her gaze which remains unfazed by the truths spilling effortlessly from my lips, my body shudders lightly. She is a presence hard to deny. Or disregard. )
I think... I'm not sure yet. Is that something I can say?
( This time, my gaze narrows as I ยป
@BitterChrysalis ยซ But she only allows me to step to the threshold. I do not press further as I too hide behind a thick layer of sarcastic humour. )
Jackpot. Thereโs always a bigger predator in there, isnโt there?
@BitterChrysalis ยซ side, observing the woman before me. Understanding invades my gaze as visualise the queen who has willingly trapped herself in her tower, rejecting the proximity of others. Someone who may puncture the glass dome she dwells beneath. Naturally, I find myself curious about her. ยป