𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀.

Love the sinner. || Rated M || #иo̸ιʀ

[𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀. @WiseProprietrix]

⠀
———𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘯 ,
𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝙛͟𝙤͟𝙧͟𝙜͟𝙞͟𝙫͟𝙚͟𝙣͟𝙚͟𝙨͟𝙨͟.ᐣ

⠀ #иo̸ιʀ
⠀

[𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀. @WiseProprietrix]

»Wouldn't be kept up in here.

You'd be expulsed; cold and alone,"
gelidly, Comstock-matriarch
exclamat, halting not the
purposeful onward pace
'til confinement is reached.

"𝙉𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩."

[𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀. @WiseProprietrix]

———𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙄 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧
𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪.ᐣ.ᐟ

𝐇ow the fiery query exuded pure
impertinence that rang arrantly
unpleasant to Lady of Forgiveness'
ears; she felt the rising of ireful
* regal blood, fortifying that steel-like,»

[𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 ╱ 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 @BladedDivinity]

offensive or defensive. Terrified ve
- rsus fury - ridden. The outcome?
A discordance of both. Matriarch’s
temper returned.

“ I don’t understand! What have I e
- ver done to you?!

Why are you so ( … ) cruel?! ”

[𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀. @WiseProprietrix]

𝐖rathful strides advanced
forward, haling ( accursed! )
adolescent—that no holiest
of waters could wash away
all the unspeakable sins that
complete her entire being—
back to whence she came——
——and, where she would 𝙧͟𝙤͟𝙩.

"Honestly, if it were up to me, you»

[𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀. @WiseProprietrix]

⠀

* 𝐒𝐡𝐞 just invaded my office ,
@ElegantVipera. Take her 𝙖͟𝙬͟𝙖͟𝙮͟.ᐟ

⠀

[𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀. @WiseProprietrix]

»Make a noise!"

𝐓hreshold shut and secured from
the outside with a detachable lock;
key kept safe in garb's pocket afore
returning to main havenspace to
surrender unwanted waif back to its proprietrix.

[𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀. @WiseProprietrix]

"𝙀͟𝙡͟𝙞͟𝙯͟𝙖͟𝙗͟𝙚͟𝙩͟𝙝͟.ᐟ"
𝐂acophonous discontentment
reverberated as ( reflexive )
side steps taken, giving way
for commiserative-she's
ingress to precious officium.

"She looks like she's long gone — no point in keeping her.

You're only bringing whatever disease she»

[𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 ╱ 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 @BladedDivinity]

drawing thin. And as be her patience.

“ Dammit ——— ( * 𝑴͟𝑶͟𝑽͟𝑬 ) ! ”

Hostility startled , expulsion of wind
erupting ; snapping betwixt her tee -
th. Nondominant fingers relinquishin
- g companion’s wrist , scouring for s
- upport against the threshold.

[𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂���𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀. @WiseProprietrix]

»In utter silence while outer side
of the undersea world screamed
in perennial despair, and agony.

Metallic compartment—spacious
for various research materials, and
for this very instance: two average
height figures—opened, then
distressed individual hurled within.

"And, don't»

[𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀. @WiseProprietrix]

»Declining condition, she would
not be surprised if the enfeebled
girl is essential to 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁's
delusions of ' 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦 ';
area she durst not set foot in.

"𝐍͟𝐨.

Return that 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙝 from whence she came, then you may proceed inside."

[𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈����𝐀. @WiseProprietrix]

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇-𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒
twisted into a tumultuous
disapproval after head-to-toe
inspection of expected/hindrance
visitation; curmudgeonly ceruleans
narrowing afore meeting Elizabeth's
( uniquely-colored ) eyne;
arms crossed as own towering
figure stood amidst»

[𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 ╱ 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 @BladedDivinity]

Lamb is looking for us. We just ——
Need a place to lay low. ”

[𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀. @WiseProprietrix]

»Havenspatium's entrance.

"I see you brought a stray,"
amusement absent be her tone.

——— 𝘿𝙤𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙇𝙖𝙢𝙗 𝙞𝙨
𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙪𝙨.ᐟ

"Do I look like a care home?"
Rhetorical query hurled,
though with deep sea city's»

[𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀. @WiseProprietrix]

»There something on my physiognomy that you cannot see to cease gawking at?"

𝐈nquisitive nature persisted, eyebrow
lifting as query is hurled at she.

"Please, do explain yourself."

[𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀. @WiseProprietrix]

𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒
anatomizing she incessantly—
devouring her very presence 'til
naught is left to be enshrouded,
not even a diffident whisper—
finally met by Annabelle's gaze as
gelid as fierceful midnight ocean.

"𝙏͟𝙝͟𝙖͟𝙩, 𝘓𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘦; the»

[𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒 ╱ 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃 ╱ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐄 @LuminousVipera]

betwixt her pretty teeth ; bitter in
palatability , yet emphasized sac
- charine. Eager to be heard regar
- dless of speaker. The trophy brid
- e of the Great ‘ prophet. ’ A miser
- able existence , Rosalind oft mus
- ed. Much too pressuring. Bound t
- o ground one to dust.

[𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀. @WiseProprietrix]

»Way you scrutinize my being as if you expect me to shatter into minuscule fragments, and for you to accumulate."

𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐄 inscribed
literature is, then, shut, yet
ne'er returned to its initial spot;
surname emphasized — noted,
much alike times afore.

"Is»

[𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀. @WiseProprietrix]

»Nails bury the more assays done
to struggle out of her hold.

"𝐘ou are to go nowhere farther than this room, you pestilent child.

And, even if you did—𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, prey tell, are to go?"

[𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑��𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀. @WiseProprietrix]

⠀
𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓
𝟏𝟐 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑
𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐋 :
𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍»

[𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 ╱ 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 @BladedDivinity]

⠀

❛❛ Let ( * 𝒈͟𝒐 ) , @WiseProprietrix .ᐟ
I have to get out of here .ᐟ ❜❜

⠀

[𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀. @WiseProprietrix]

»Awaited to witness the
outcome of her injudiciousness.

Observation room's wheel turned
'til threshold made way, followed
by the scuttling specimen alike an
odious rodent running for its piteous life.

Gracile wrist caught by delicate hand,
firm — unpliable; deeper did sharp»