"your hands are wet with the blood of an empire. you lick it off." - catastrophe
"she wore a smile like a loaded gun"
"she was a queen with neither crown nor kingdom, the most powerful piece of the board with no moves left to make, so she overturned the table."
"mama bore a girl with gun for a mouth. teeth dripping lead, and lips bleeding red. lashes curled for war, onyx armour for my eyes. tongue waxing lyrical of both beauty and battle cries."
"be careful with that girl there's a fire burning behind her eyes. she makes kingdoms fall and monsters wish they'd never been born"
"we were both created in chaos, we were both born to destroy. you were like death, and i was like war. and where we collided, darling, i loved you." - born disasters
"i am the daughter of a KING who forgot my name" - L.L. Tyrell
"if i cannot bend HEAVEN i will raise HELL"
"she wears strength & darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell" - Nikita Gill
"in a fight, they're lethal. around each other, they melt."
The wail of sirens and the flashing red and blue lights are a distant hum. You sit on the damp grass in front of what was once your home, now a scene of unimaginable horror. Uniformed figures move around you, their faces a blur of concern and avoidance. The world feels muted, unreal.
Only the images in your mind are sharp: your family's bodies, the sticky warmth of blood on your skin, the frantic run from the house. Your hands, trembling in your lap, are stained crimson. They think you're crazy, you hear their whispers, and the pain of their judgment stabs deeper than any physical wound.
Officer Miller's kind face appears before you, his voice a gentle request. You snap, the guilt and pain erupting, scratching at your arms, crying out that it's all your fault. You fall back onto the grass, staring at the indifferent stars, the raw agony a constant companion.
