Describe Death to me? He has pitch-black eyes. Not black like the tone, but more like the empty vastness of space. His hair is shoulder-length and as black as a Raven’s feathers. It’s fine and silky with no volume or style. It just falls and floats. His skin appears olive, but in the right light,… Continue reading Therapy of a Future Dark Queen #3
Do you want to talk about the attack? Which one? The one that left that scar on your arm. *Hand feels for the scar in the crook of her elbow then falls away* I'd never been betrayed like that before. Not even by your father? That was different. How? He betrayed us all, even himself.… Continue reading Therapy of a Future Dark Queen #2
Tell me about the car accident. Not much to tell. I don't remember much of it. There was a thud, horrible pain, then nothing. Nothing? Not absolute nothing. There was something, but it wasn't real. What was the something? Death. ... ... Tell me about death. He's beautiful. Beautiful? It was beautiful. He was. All… Continue reading Therapy of a Future Dark Queen #1
