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And through it all, we watched each other, Bea and me, locked together in this death in a way I felt echo into the future of our lives, linking us in a way I’d never be able to forget.
My fingers itched to draw blood, and my mouth watered.
what happened to hello? how are you?
“Loving me is a fate worse than death,”
so shakespeare poet lyricist core
Before I could stop myself, I stepped back slightly, just enough to loosen Priest’s grip on my throat, and then lurched forward, clumsily launching my mouth up to his.
LMFAOO WHATTT!!
It didn’t taste like blood in my mouth. It tasted like faith, like distilled divinity. It tasted this way, I knew with dawning rightness, because it tasted like us.
oh she's beyond delulu
“We aren’t just the things we present ourselves as. In my experience, the true key to knowin’ someone is to watch what captures their attention.
I wondered if I was in her dream, decided it was unacceptable if I was not, and then considered waking her just to ask the absurd question.
relatable
“Beatrice Lafayette,” a cold voice intoned from above. “You are not going anywhere until you atone for your myriad of sins.”
WHAT.
“I will baptise you, cleanse you of your sins, and then you will be mine. My pure God-given wife.
HUUHHHH
I am the Prophet of God, I have the power to cleanse you of your sister’s taint, of your biker man’s touch, of your many recent sins. I will help make you pure and whole again so we can be as one.”
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