how does one know it's near the end. when all hope is lost and the pain has become too much to bear. when does one know when to finally give in, give up and l e t g o---
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"The Edge --- there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over."
(he was so adorable, really. an amused chuckle fleeing bloodied lips; the entertainment itself in his humiliation, rather than his lack luster touch.
biting at a lush lower tier, Aubrey hushed taunting wicked little giggles. fools were always fun toys to the ancient essence of violence.
patting his prickly cheek, like a mother would a small child. he wasn’t a big boy yet, and his actions spoke louder than any idle threats.
always the predator, never the prey. unless she that was what she wanted to be, of course. moving a hand to grasp a silver blade tucked into the confines of her corset.
dragging it over his torso teasingly, a malevolent smirk eager for what was about to come next. pressing metal to the younger cosmic’s hip; making a tsking sound & without any remorse Aubrey savagely inserting the blade into his lower abdomen. )
❝Aw, baby. It’s almost disgusting how adorable you are.❞
Boy was he fucked—- playing a fool’s game he was the pawn and she ruled this kingdom there was no changing that— even if wanted.
A man who longed for more. A woman who dominated with just one simple measly touch.
It was an accident waiting to happen, a secret deal with a devil in disguise. and boy, was he ready for the ride.
silver slicing through flesh, that growl turning beastly by the moment as his blood began to pull out of the wound.
an escape from his own issues. they say pain makes you forget. and they definitely were not w r o n g.
( now there is a twisted little grin forming on full lips; pressing wane, [ bloodied ] digits to those that wrapped so splendidly around the porcelain of her throat. his actions releasing only nothing but twisted yearning out of the ideology. )
❝Certainly, dearie— that isn’t all you’ve got is it?❞
[ a cruel game this was, the predator becoming the prey in silence– she was a queen in her domain while he fell for her lustrous t r a p–
such a fool he could be. ]
“ —– you tell me.”
[ claws begin to dig into flesh, a snarl escaping his throat as teeth yearned to connect with her skin. ]
time to l e t go;— okay, yes. let me know if you’d like a starter and i will try my best to get it up within the hour. im half here, half listing things on ebay so i’m really scatterbrained at the moment. but i will do my best!
power series — fire manipulation [fīr məˌnipyəˈlāSHən]
the ability to generate, manipulate and/or absorb fire. the user’s capabilities are unlocked by training their mutation to grow more powerful; for example, they may develop their ability so as to be able to light their body on fire without being burned themselves, though this requires a high skill level and natural tolerance. those gifted with fire manipulation are naturally resistant to fire damage—however, should they push past their developed power limit, they may begin to suffer damage from their flames, risking serious injury and possible fatality.
