#Purification in progess...

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PURIFICATION IN PROGESS

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“Oh, I’m leaving.”

Corpse Bride Sentence Starters 

Sweet, but oh so foolish… Beautiful, but BLIND! Little child, little child, believing to have a will of its own, waltzing out of glorified PALACE mother’s hand created for them both to enjoy, denying a weekend of being WASHED in gold— Did little warrior TRULY assume it was that easy to get her heart back from a greedy grip? Child stuck in a spider’s web simply couldn’t leave, not without permission, such a bold assumption was enough to glue thin lips SHUT, oh, little warrior should be gratfified the blood of the Kiryuins pumped through her hollow veins. Smirking, the statement “We’re not done,” escaped from the corner of director’s lips while handing beloved daughter a bathrobe ( to cover herself up? how unusual ) figuring she deserved a bit of praise for healing so REMARKABLY after giving mother a chance to perform well needed ritual. Bruises and cuts inflicted by hands other than walking divinity were so… UNFLATTERING to look at. Ah yes, mother needed to strengthen a body that was far too human, TOO WEAK, give it the opportunity to grow, correct a disgusting little error in the shape of a growing girl, mold it into a prodigy to actually be proud of. Skin was getting smoother, the child more beautiful ( causing reddened eyes to linger with hunger ) body more durable, features more sharp and womanly… A possession like this simply couldn’t walk away, and even if it did, property always came back to the owner. A beautiful fact indeed, it wouldn’t take long for her child to return to the nest—That was the raw beauty of it all, no matter WHAT maternal hands put the girl through, she always came running back to mother…Turns out parental bonds were more evident in HUMANS than one might believe. Fascinating, truly. 

“I shouldn’t need to waste my time on correcting behavior you ought to know isn’t acceptable, but what kind of mother would I be if I let you slip?” Another statement, another smirk, hands lifting to gently wrap the offered bathrobe around pristine shoulders. Features twisted in false tranquility, fingertips slowly running through some wet strands of dark locks to solve a tangle. Moments like these were far too fleeting, did prideful director need a reason behind wanting to be close to her precious? Purification was done, and the girl wanted to leave ( why? ) — It wasn’t over ( would it ever be? ) If matron had insisted on it, her darling error would’ve been free to leave, but the fact that a mind still impure took matters into own hands was distasteful! Before letting the child see the world and be gifted with a fragment of independece ( yet another sign of mother’s benevolence, for this was a matter errors shouldn’t be gifted with ) white serpent needed to be certain the young one’s faith was unyielding— Only one of them decided when the doors would open and when the doors would close, it was simple, clean, easy to keep in mind ( remember, mother is only trying to help ), and yet, the child was persistent… Too persistent, TOO HUMAN! Why did I keep it? Correct her, correct her. Or kill this one and focus on Nui. Tempting, forever tempting, but it would be a shame— This one was already too easy on the eyes to become disposed, unlike the unnamed baby girl all those years ago... Besides, mother was making progres, oh, beautiful, BEAUTIFUL progess! Splinters of perfection cut through pale skin and nestled within the girl’s soul— With time, it wouldn’t be possible to see where one ended and the other began. 

“Sit down, my daughter. You’re not going anywhere.”