{ April 26th }
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#alecto-c

alecto-c:

My sweet little morsel. I’ve missed you.

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{ 3:13 am }
{ 3:10 am }
{ 1:41 am }

Oh sweetheart, if you think this will keep me at bay, you are sorely mistaken.

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{ April 22nd }

Tranquilla…

{ April 21st }
{ 3:14 am }

Find me, you may, but do not linger on these eyes so black.
     Gaze long into the abyss, and the abyss shall gaze back.

Black, cold, empty your eyes, with promises lost in twisted surprise.

     But gaze we won’t, for spades have we.
          And torn the earth, reprieve have we.

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{ 3:03 am }

alecto-c:

Bend me to your will, Teacher. Make me in your own image.

I submit myself freely.

Lo starò in attesa.

(Source: aya-zabini)

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{ 2:57 am }

tidus-ogden:

You do have a way with words…Although I do hope those scars fade soon…I don’t want the men to hate me for destroying such a piece of art…

Anything destroyed by hands such as yours deserves to stay in ruins. I hope these scars remain, I do love seeing them.

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{ 2:56 am }

alecto-c:

You will find me an eager pupil, Maestra.

As it should be.

(Source: aya-zabini)

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