girl,
with an accent of blood
who speaks in foreign tongues
whose vowels are the sound of metal clashing.
warrior,
with fire in her veins
and armor beneath her skin
who crushes the earth beneath her feet.
immortal,
hair streaked with daggers
and iron filling her lungs
each breath invitingly toxic.
princess,
with lips made of glass
and a voice cut from steel
features born from thunder and battle.
heroine,
a grin made for war
and eyes flecked with ash
striding, powerful, into the arms of death.
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perhaps she will be the one you follow into battle || [t.r.] (via
vodlemort)
phobia
(“Everyone is afraid of something.”)
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seeing and believing
“Unbelievable.” He spits the word out like tobacco, harsh and sudden and a brown stain on the otherwise pristine reputation of his all-important Vongola Decimo.
“Un-be-fucking-lievable.”
(She doesn’t flinch.)
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numbers
Constant. Never-changing.
One plus one, two. Three, square root nine. Numbers stay constant. Numbers never change.
(Most of the time, at least.)
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marionette
She is a marionette tangled in her own strings, unable to move (think) (feel) – she is the leftovers, tossed away (abandoned) (forgotten). Her worn, brittle, wooden body is pushed into the darkness where no one will see. The ones who carved her look at her and think, this is not something I am proud to have made. They look at her, compare her to the gleaming puppets and pristine ornaments that surround them, come to the obvious conclusion that she is nothing but an eyesore
a failure
a reject.
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