this is the part people don't talk about: liking the rage, letting it fester, eat of your heart. is it so wrong, if you sink into it with both eyes open?
@LONECULLEN + visions always came to her at such random times. . .
her aunt rosalie.
the hybrid stares upon the vision in front of her, basking in the familiarity of her dear aunt. her dear, 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 aunt.
@LONECULLEN + as the hybrid’s eyes follow the glow from the moon, her gaze falls upon the silhouette.
a beautiful vision. angelic, even.
long blonde hair cascades down the woman’s back and her skin shimmers in the dull moonlight. like her’s.
a soft smile tickles nessa’s lips. the +