Lion Head Mesa I'm sorry that I'm misbehaving; I'm your little scarlet, starlet

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he’s seconds away from the boot so this a quick one lol! gonna push to a close if that’s ok c:

Under her skin’s fixed smile is a face destroyed in pain, caving in on itself. He witnesses beauty. He will not walk her back to that place of mutilation, there’s another way to take his possession and he does so, pulling her beneath him. Legend, and not the raven. Here she is cared for and not a casualty of a battle that has not yet taken place.

It is not a true feeding. For either of them.

Still their bodies in twist replay a timeline of tricks and war, long journeys through desert, woods, the smell of blood and rot, the acidity of poison, the sharpness of stone and teeth, building higher through a rhythm of their lethal histories and pressing down over Legend in her frame of bone and flesh-

and the wars yet to come, when they will align, discarding molten hide to rise up into true living-

this is a promise for when he returns-

and she will be glass.