Seven Hells
06-24-2020, 05:02 PM
this soul is not so vibrant; the reckoning, the sickening
packaging subversion, psuedo sacrosanct perversion
The dark thought had crossed her mind, though she swiftly swallowed it down; could she tear from his flesh these wings, and keep them for herself? Surely, she could fix him up after- it would be an easy enough task, she figured. Father would be proud, surely- but mother... No, she certainly thought better of it, instead drinking in the sight of the curiosity as long as she could. "Oh! Uh- okay then," the young boy gasped as Rhen continued to investigate the spot where they were attached to his body."this is the way you wished your voice sounds"
my tongue's the only muscle that works harder than my heart
"Curious? Who, me or you?" He seemed just as confused as Rhen, though she had mixed with hers a profound sort of envy. She pulled back only after satisfied that they were indeed attached by some miraculous event of nature, and frowned slightly. "Wings," she murmured softly. "Were they a gift?" Surely, he couldn't have been born with them... Wolves didn't have wings, for Rhen knew enough of the world to know that truth.
my tongue's the only muscle that works harder than my heart
