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— Pray .
Morticia went on with her question, or rather explanation. “I know I do. I’m to a point in life, or existence rather, where I wonder why I ever spent countless nights with my hands clasped flush against one another begging for the man above to let me live for long.” The silence that she left was a cue for Mantis to speak, but she was once again met with complete stillness and a lack of words from her comrade. “It’s worse than you would ever imagine. Being invulnerable, immortal, I mean.”
The countess murmured, though this time it was mostly to herself, and she picked up her wine glass to taking a small sip, watching as her reflection spun in the ripples of crimson. A small smile of satisfaction adorned her features once she caught a glimpse of herself, though it quickly dissipated as fast as it came.
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i’m going to post a few vent writings rather than my normal ones
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