i'll steal the stars.

i heard that more than ninety percent of the ocean remains undiscovered, so maybe that’s where i am. maybe that’s where i’ll find myself.

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I'll burn the bridge when I get to it [dead blog]

Call it love,
or call it murder,
kill me quietly.
Written by Hibe.「 Indie OC blog 」

wyntrbones-deactivated20160506:
I want the K.

_{14: Mental torture}

                                 _{❛Ha… hahaha!❛}

   _{Her laughter rings, this room was designed specifically for these kinds of ‘pastimes’ as she liked to call it. Oh how she was waiting for this, she had been eyeing her for a long time now, and now her turn finally came up. Everyone else can wait, this was special case. “Look at you! Hahaha! You’re so weak - so beaten up! Haa… you look so much better like this… now that scar on your cheek really suits you, t r a i t o r ~.“ Her tone ends in a loving one, yet her eyes had been void of that for years now.}

   _{Clawed, ebony gloves then let fingers fall across aforementioned scar, so deep, it was; how she only desired to create more. She pops the top off a black marker, laying her victim on her back as she is strapped onto one of her own created devices she’s oh so proud of; her weight also being on the victim’s lap, ensuring no escape without a struggle. There’s a convenient empty trash can next to the traitor’s head, and she will take advantage of that. Her marker then slowly makes dashes upon her thin neck, like a surgeon would do before cutting. She then takes a switchblade that was hidden in her bosom, worn, but still sharp.} 

   _{She nicks at her skin right above the markings, fingernail deep, she digs into her neck with talons to take out the skin and then throw it into the trash as intended. S c r e a m, oh yes, scream for me some more! They sound absolutely edible!} 

   _{Every nick has been done ~ ! And she absolutely adores the girl’s endurance so far, wrapping her arms around the other’s neck, kissing the wounds. She sits herself upright, staring down at her, a twisted and wicked smile coming upon lips in dulcy intentions.} 

                                 _{❛You know… I had a boyfriend once. But he cheated on me. I tortured him for 16 days; but what I’m going to do to you, is a day in paradise compared to that.❛}

   _{Her final words are spoken as she blows salt upon her wounds, letting them hiss with pain and for the traitor to scream more into the musky and forbidden room, kisses given to the wounds once again as self-cut lavender hair brushed upon the others cheeks. This is only day 1.}

                                  _{❛   C i a o ~ .   ❛}