ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @callouslycynical you Remember Being Able To Tell When She Was Returning To Hive, From Across Sea And Wave To Her Great Estate Upon The Stormy Cliffs Above Tumultuous Waves. The Region Was Naturally Inclined Towards Ill Weather, Being In Constant Downpour Far More Often Than Not. But By Strange Quirk Of Fate, It Would Always Clear Into Open Skies On The Nights She Came Back To Port. perhaps Others Would Think That Sounded Nice. Warming To The Pusher, Even. But To You, It Was Akin To Jumping Into Cold Seas, Icy And Unwelcoming. For The Weather Did Not Clear Into A Fresh-air Filled With The Scent Of Newly Fallen Rain. It Grew Stagnant. Suffocating. Choking. Her Return Heralded The Sensation Of The World Itself Pushing Down Onto Your Lungs, Tension In Your Shoulders, Urgency In Your Work. You Must Impress Her. Your Swordplay, Immaculate, Your War Simulations, Perfect, Your Strategic Mind, Sharper Than Keenest Knife. and She Was Pleased. She Usually Was. You Were Her Favorite Of All The Trolls Of The Estate, To The Great Ire Of All Else Who Walked It's Halls. Your Swordplay Was Immaculate, Your Tactics, Pinpoint. Your Only Failure Was Your Lack Of Social Graces, Making Your Inclusion In Highblooded Balls And Other Such Gatherings Stilted, But She Did Not Comment Upon It. Never Did She Scold You, Though Her Praise Would Become More Sparse For A Time After Such Occasions, A Withdrawal Of What Little Warmth Was Offered To You. suffocating. Choking. Her Revocation Of Your Acknowledgement Like Hands On Your Throat, Tighter And Tighter Still Was Her Grasp. She Called You Her Child. You Were A Beast, Fangs Honed To Bite At A Word From Her Lips. Sweep After Sweep, The Walls Closed In, And You See Now That You Are Not Within A Hive, A Fortress, A Place To Belong, But A Kennel To Stare Out From And Hope Beyond Hope That She Will Not Lock The Door. it Is Getting Difficult To Breath. #cw-grooming #cw-coercion #cw-abuse #cw-asphyxiation πΌπππππ’ πππ Knows Best β β β β β β β β β β β β β
κ§Oh sweet, a Duellist Memory! What are those tags...κ§
Ancient history now. She is llong passed from all existence. A singlle cllaw, I at times still feell at my collar.
