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TELL ME ONE THING YOU LIKE ABOUT HOW I PLAY MY CHARACTER

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𝔅eware toxic lovers who substitute knives for nails, whose bodies are painted with wounds from their partner, and who have a dangerous love for pain. passionate and untamed, they take pleasure in blissful sadism, marking their territory in wounds upon each other while hunting those that surround them. seemingly ordinary, the two save their animalistic natures for when they are together, transforming into the monsters they truly are when met with each other’s touch. 

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                                                     i've seen the world, done it all

                                                              had my cake now

Here, in this land, she is no stranger; after all cruelty and malice has visited all countries, leaving nothing untouched. Even dressed more like a native Frenchwoman her luxuries are still kept; material soft, and the finest Paris has to offer. The dress is synched at the waist, pale, like her hair, with a short black jacket that creates a stark contrast from the vision in alabaster.

Music, it floods through delicate ears and curls around her very soul, if she has one -- a minor fact that is still very much debatable. Even so, she follows it, designer heels making quick work of the pavement until she has entered the otherwise empty cinema, quiet as a body's last breath.  

Only when the other woman stops, does she allow her gaze to truly pierce  falling upon white knuckles, then back up to a tortured, pretty face. ❝That violin is not the one charged with what crimes have been committed against you, femme.❞

.diritas  watched you run

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There's a twitch, subtle, within her jaw.

Oh; that certainly explains it, yes.  It's such a broad answer really, one she can go into detail with, but she responds simply, teeth peeling out in a faint curl of lips. ❝Cruelty. And yourself?❞ It's only polite to ask, after all.

“Then clearly you’ve never had a bad day.”

The woman feels familiar, Lilly takes a guess in her head and a sniff of the air around the stranger confirms her suspicions.

“Which one are you?”

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                         apres moi;;

The entire thing is abrupt, so much that it may have knocked the wind out of a lesser creature, but her, no; she simply breathes, posture perfection in the making, lavender eyes landing upon the brunette with buried familiarity akin to deja vu. ❝A shame; I adhere to the philosophy that, all news is, in fact, good.❞

“Welcome, dead people, alive people, people who are not actually people but a cartoon.”

“It’s a damn fucking crazy universe we live in, holy shit. Anyways, thanks for stopping by, and if you don’t have any good information for me then I’m afraid I’ll have to kick you out.”

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unholy-blight:

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love me concerously

like a salt sore soaked in the sea.

With blood taken the night before the mother of cruelty feels at the top of her game, gifting smiles easily and keeping that vicious nature that ranks within well-hidden to the naked eye. Even now, late in the day, she is the picture of welcoming, lips flaunting white teeth, cheeks raised. ❝Perhaps I shall visit this cinema so many seem to speak of.❞

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 i love when i get into rants about hyper sexualization and how objectified the female form is compared to the male (which does occur, but to a significantly less degree). not to mention the mentality that half naked man = awesome, but a half naked woman = sexual titillation because the female body has been so objectified and turned into something of pure sexual pleasure, and only that, in advertising, movies, comics, everything. you will always find a woman who is scantily clad, with unrealistic proportions with a body akin to a porn star, who's curves are 'barely contained . why? it's so unnecessary. it's thoroughly possible for a woman, even a very curvy one, to be sexy without wearing armor that is akin to a flimsy bikini. :l

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                            poor thing; bound to the whims of a greater power.

❝Those who committed said sins created me; it is only poetic that they continue to pay tribute to the very thing they made in their humanity.❞

    { Never miss a gaze such as that—

            —The grey eyes flickerblue in return, 

                                                 A signal of his fall to save the shame in admittance.

                      But yet, he remains [ tall ] & [ strong ]

                                             Never is he to back down. }

And yet sins commit to your bidding as a dog to his faithful master.

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I see. Forgive me, your grace. [Even so, there's a twitch of amusement within her lips] 

You may call me Eve. It is a pleasure to meet you, Loki.

Little one? I am Loki! The God of mischief himself.

What’s yours, Miss?

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Hello to you as well, little one. What is your name?

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Greetings, Miss.

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Eve de Monaco, at your service. It is a pleasure.

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Good evening, miss.

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ryan gosling's wife: I AM MAKING NOISES LIKE A DYING GOAT.

ryan gosling's wife: FUCK ME IN MY BUTTHOLE.

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And the same to you.

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Good evening, miss.