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can't keep she had always been like this, hadn't she? engulfed by a heavy burden of possession, a coiling sentiment which churns in her dead, entombed heart as if a flame. the way her mouth splits—the grim reaper's grin—a warning to the woman which tempts her every being. she is not her; she has wanted before. but this want is a festering hunger, ever ravenous with every ticking moment. single serrated glances in the incarnation's direction was enough to implant her with a fistful of greed. how she toils (as the sun falls, as it rises) in it all—restless. perhaps this form of avarice is foreign (it's a belief she holds; 'want' beginning to become 'need') but that takes no toll upon its grasp. the emperor, once unperturbed by the biggest things (the amount of people at her door, courting her death—even if it meant their own), now fussed over a once-goddess who sought to sow discord and ardency into every part of her being. she relishes, silently, in the days where her teeth find purchase upon the woman's flesh, leaving marks which last days afterwards (a show of power—a claim). the fantasy is too deep now, she has delved too far into its tresses to abandon it. whether or not her pale consort believed it (she is unafraid to show her if she dares to doubt) she was hers. her advance gives no warning—how the beast surges forth, as if to grasp the moonlit goddess and drag her away into the shallows of a forgotten night. she desires to stagger her attentiveness, the speed of her form is enough to threaten her makeshift opponent without much warning. there's an exhilaration to the brief flash of bewilderment which stains the monochrome glass of her gaze, her body instinctively shifting back before her mind catches up with her body. but by then it's too late. |