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я𝑜𝓈𝑒
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holes in your coffin { euley/lucrezia ; blitz } Dec 30, 2015 12:54:21 GMT -5

Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Dec 30, 2015 12:54:21 GMT -5

LUCREZIA SARASIN

now your kindest remark
does not m o v e me.
both your face and
your heart do not suit me

Morning sun stains the sky. I awakened when dawn broke the sky and the sun poured light into the day. But it's dark here - my heart beats for them, but their scorn leaves scars upon my skin. I will smile and my sisters will snarl in return on bad days. (But I'm almost sure that Euley doesn't have anything but bad days.)

Faux leopard skin fur draped across my shoulders and pouring down my upper back, the ice that hangs in the winter air does not bite into my flesh. Perhaps I am immune to the cold by now, or perhaps it is just the clothes that pull me into warmth.

Aurora and Pire slink along my sides, following me protectively as I saunter down the labyrinth of a hallway. When my eyes catch sight of her face and her hair, silver as mine, I swear I am peering into a mirror. But then the coldness of her eyes register in my mind and my eyes carve her name - Euley - onto her forehead.

She wears animal skin as I do - only I know, because she is Euley, that the fur is not faux as mine is. It bends my lips into a frown.

"You know," I say softly, "wearing real animal skin is cruel. It's promoting the death of animals and the destruction of nature."

My eyes trail along the fur across her body in disgust and the thought of the poor creature slaughtered for their skin alone makes my stomach twist and turn.

h o l e s in your coffin, fool
and the girl that you had
she won't s a v e you
and the face that you have
will e n s l a v e you

"even stars burn out."

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holes in your coffin { euley/lucrezia ; blitz } Feb 6, 2016 15:36:19 GMT -5

Post by d7f amber bosch 🌿 tris on Feb 6, 2016 15:36:19 GMT -5

EULEY SARASIN

trick or treat, what would it be?
i walk alone, i'm everything
my ears can hear and my mouth can speak
my spirit talks, i know my soul believes

I do not humor Lucrezia when she finds me in the halls, and I snarl at her oversized house cats before locking my stare with her own. A hand finds the head of my wolf, of who there is no name to be spoken, and I calm the beast before it attempts a growl -- only the alpha can show anger and hate, and I make this known. "Aren't you a saint," I say with a dripping acidity, and I don't waste the time needed to speak it in the form of a question. I know my sister, and I know she views herself much like a nymph of legend, but I prefer the cold truth of reality. I am primitive where my sisters are modern idiocy, and I tilt my head.

"Animals die, sister -- we wield what they leave behind, and the spirit of their sacrifice lingers within us." In me, not in her or Aellia -- I've got a wolf's heart in my throat, and she dares to mock the blood trickling down my chin. "I don't wish to play debate with you, so if all you have is more warped stupidity to speak, please allow me to pass. And hold back your kittens."

I smile sharply, and it's enough of a howl to warn my sister of what it means to mess with a girl born from animal teeth and blizzards.

there's blood on your lies
the sky's open wide
there is nowhere for you to hide
the hunter's moon is shining

all my girls got their lace and their crimes

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holes in your coffin { euley/lucrezia ; blitz } Feb 6, 2016 19:09:25 GMT -5

Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Feb 6, 2016 19:09:25 GMT -5

L U C R E Z I A

^{holes in your coffin prove
nothing less will do (do do do do, do do do do)}
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Beastly and feral, like the wolf in her heart, she greets us with growls. Aurora and Pire have never liked my sister, Euley, or Aellia, for that matter. The fur, draped cruelly across their backs, goes to show for the ice in their hearts,
and cold veins.

"Aren't you a saint," she says to Pire, whose fur reaches to the sky in retort. (But you're a sinner.) Callous drips along her words like ink, and they leave a stain.

"Animals die, sister- we wield what they leave behind, and the spirit of their sacrifice lingers within us." I nearly flinch at her cold cruelty.

"I don't wish to play debate with you, so if all you have is more warped stupidity to speak, please allow me to pass. And hold back your kittens." She's got all of her fangs and claws out- I don't need to hold back my kittens to make this encounter any less feral.

"There is no us."

The words are solemn, like a eulogy spilled out before a funeral, but they are anything but kind. My words scar my tongue, but I don't hold them back, not when I am so eager to get a punch at her flesh when there is a chink in her armor.

"I'll let you pass when you grow a fucking heart," I say. My voice glides through the air. It is not a growl, not a snarl, and there are no fangs digging into my tongue like a pair of thick needles.

But there is venom, and it is black and bitter.

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^{and the words on your grave go to show for
the way you have behaved and i know, for}

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