* 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇’𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄. ( COLD AND UNYIELDING. ) 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 ? 【#mvrp. #ffrp. #ffviirp. #ff7rp.】 x.com/i/events/15441…

Crimson pours, painting the walls. The vampire rests among pillows, mismatched eyes settled on the ceiling. Living corpses litter this new prison of his, and he is not fed. He still yearns, for the wine of life.

FOR MOMENT. DNI.

⧼ * ABOUT MUSE. ⧽

⧼ * ABOUT MUN. ⧽

⧼ * CARRD AND MISC. ⧽

⧼ * MUSINGS AND QUOTES. ⧽

⧼ * PLAYLIST. ⧽

⧼ * GUIDELINES. ⧽

He watches onto a scene of carnage; hands resting on knees, mismatched gaze wide. Dried blood coats the corner of lips, and he does not care to clean it away. Before him, there is holy murder.

Resting among a new paradise (really it’s a new * HELL ), carnage sings. Rido’s tongue lazily swipe across his lower lip: stained in red. His gaze settles on the reader, all coated in quiet madness. ❝Look at you.❞

❝Exhaustion, and ruin looks so lovely on you, sweet thing.❞ He says, voice hoarse: despite how he sates himself, his throat is dry, dryer than the ground in summertime. ❝Nothing more is sweeter.❞

❝I’ll eat you whole.❞

❝I will haunt.❞

❝Rest shall never consume.❞

❝These games have not ended.❞

❝I should like to eat you.❞

A mismatched gaze settled on the * READER, an unkind smile blooms upon his closed lips: hiding sharp teeth, all ready and wanting to tear into supple flesh.

// The temptation to make Laena from HOTD. 👉👈