❁ Anastasia ❁

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[❁ Anastasia ❁ @NecromancyRose]

【 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖 】

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a roserade whose
petals smell of
death

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#pkmnRP #OpenRP

[❁ Anastasia ❁ @NecromancyRose]

lol 🥰

[❁ Anastasia ❁ @NecromancyRose]

He loves me.

He loves me not.

He loves me . . .

[❁ Anastasia ❁ @NecromancyRose]

@InteleonLucario my name is ebony dark’ness dementia raven way

[❁ Anastasia ❁ @NecromancyRose]

@HotDrFox "It stops the heart."

Before her kettle can whistle, she pulls it off the flame, pouring it into her mug of powder. She’d mix the liquid until murky water would swirl into a dull purple.

She took a long sip.

"I do not have one to stop.

Are you sure you do not wish for some?"

[❁ Anastasia ❁ @NecromancyRose]

She’s working away at another potion of sorts.

Soft hums~.

[wendi 🦊 star fox hype @WendrousMP4]

[pokemon // adopt] hii the voirs are here to groove 😁😁 (auction details below)

[❁ Anastasia ❁ @NecromancyRose]

@HotDrFox "It is a tea.

Do you wish to have some?"

There’s an unnerving sweetness to the air, only intensified as she brings a kettle to a makeshift fire.

It might be best not to partake in this drink.

"Please, have a seat.

You are just in time~."

[❁ Anastasia ❁ @NecromancyRose]

@LycanOfPast — huntsman in the first place.

Flowery hands clasped together with another haunting giggle.

"I’ve gotten ahead of myself, haven’t I~?

I’ve won our game. Does this mean I have your cooperation~?"

[❁ Anastasia ❁ @NecromancyRose]

Something keenly watches @LycanOfPast .

Fufu~.

[❁ Anastasia ❁ @NecromancyRose]

@LycanOfPast — dragging delicately along her tongue.

"Blood type is adequate.

I would like your heart, if you’d allow it. For a recipe.

Unfortunately I haven’t any left to spare."

She had nearly lost herself in thought when something else occurred to her: the reason she’d come after the—

[❁ Anastasia ❁ @NecromancyRose]

@PrinceNoLonger —

There was a chance, perhaps, that she actually quite tolerated the Gallade.

"That missing ingredient . . . the beating heart?

I cannot find that in you.

Yours has been claimed, hasn’t it?"

[❁ Anastasia ❁ @NecromancyRose]

@PrinceNoLonger "Beautiful?," she added, as if fully reading his thoughts.

She paid his movements no mind, the sudden silence between them filled by the thick scrapes of a pestle and mortar churning another dry mixture together.

Tauros hooves and Pyroar fangs.

A sprinkle of sage.

—

[❁ Anastasia ❁ @NecromancyRose]

—

And that day, I left everything I’d ever known behind just to follow it."

Something crawled along her features akin to a bittersweet smile.

"I was a doctor, once. I helped people.

Who knew I’d abandon such a dream?

Who knew I’d come face-to-face with an enigma~?"

[❁ Anastasia ❁ @NecromancyRose]

She poured something thick and purple from an odd flask into a small bowl. Next came a mixture of freshly-ground herbs.

Seems she’s performed this recipe many times before.

"I met someone long ago, a serpent of indescribable strength.

I believed in that strength.

—

[❁ Anastasia ❁ @NecromancyRose]

It concerns you?

If you must know, it’s more of a beauty product. One doesn’t live for seven hundred years without it.

Fufu~.

[❁ Anastasia ❁ @NecromancyRose]

What I require is beating heart.

Unfortunately, I am fresh out of those.

[❁ Anastasia ❁ @NecromancyRose]

I am missing some ingredients.

[❁ Anastasia ❁ @NecromancyRose]

@LycanOfPast — off his face.

"I want to see it.

I want to watch what it looks like . . ."

She thrust her fist forward, that serrated blade driving ruthlessly into his gut.

Once. Twice. She twisted it endearingly, her voice lowering to a whisper.

". . . when you know it’s over for you."

[❁ Anastasia ❁ @NecromancyRose]

@LycanOfPast —

"Look at me, Yuichiro."

Her hand was suddenly at his cheek, turning his head so he had no choice but to face her.

If he had any feeling left in him, perhaps he knew what was next: the edge of his own blade slid disastrously close to his abdomen.

She didn’t take her eyes—