— Chapter Eight “She was born exposed. Her lips are raw with the truth she has carried all her life, a desperation she is weary of tasting. She’s bitten her tongue so often it has forgotten how to bleed.” » Dancing With Chaos VIII Read: wickedfaddist.weebly.com/chapter-eight.…

The Crimson Howl. chapter one. tumblr.com/pagesofrippah/… "He was a maelstrom of hunger, leaving only crimson trails in his wake. The bloodlust had taken him, and there was no turning back."

“For the first time in a long time, Leo’s rage was not a destructive force, but a tool.” This sentence alone proves that you are using the darkness—what happened to you—to see the bigger picture. I wondered what would happen next in your story and you never disappoint me, »

» always leaving me wanting more of your writing. But…don’t get killed in the process, our story has only began and it needs the both of us to continue.

𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞..

𝑪𝒀𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑨; She wears darkness like a second skin, drawn to it not out of fear but fascination. She mirrors emotions with unsettling ease, slipping between masks like a practiced illusionist....but beneath the facade, she is hollow, calculating, quiet, and utterly lethal.

𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄: I have always tasted the void. It’s a hunger, one that no one could ever understand, no matter how hard they tried to reach me. They throw their sympathy at me, their empty words, their hollow gestures but it means nothing.—

I’m your pretty poison and you are my morning star, 𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞..

𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 • 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Backstory: 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 “I fear this heart and all the fragile pieces barely holding it together as it hides in a chest ready to crush it and me to be free.”

𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 • 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Chapter One: 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐮𝐬𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧 “She awoke to a tragedy, and in that moment, she realized that she could no longer pretend that the darkness wasn’t within her, even if the sun called to her heart.

𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 • 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Chapter Two: 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 “Dripping sweet like honeyed lies. A deadly bloom with velvet eyes. Laced in whispers, soft as sin, drawing fools and pulling them in. A kiss of dusk, a taste of night.”

𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞.. open.spotify.com/track/0kivfSdz…

𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞..

If she whispered that she was broken, would you love her still? A heart in pieces, a fate misaligned, she never truly saw herself. 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐒𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐨𝐯 listened to the voice in her head, which lured her deeper into the abyss and pulled her from the light.

𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 tumblr.com/buriedtorments… Masters the art of compliance, nodding along with the expectations while secretly plotting an escape. A natural performer, playing the role assigned, but yearning for a stage where the true self can finally take center.

I said you are, right?

𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 • 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Chapter Three: 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫 “She was so consumed with silencing the voices that whispered in her mind, she never noticed when they began speaking for her.”

Gonna get a solo out soon then replies.