๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐:@ultracriticalBalk Your earliest memories of life were cold and harsh. You were alone, mostly. A small child grasping at leaves and twigs to bring you comfort. Your lusus wasnโt around. This made you grow cold. And harsh. Critical of everything around you. That is until they welcomed you. They fed you. Housed you. Healed you. Physically, at least. They gave you a place to stay when not even your own guardian cared to keep tabs on you. Tuhoon showed you joy. He was your first friend. You can recall playing cards with him and the one you werenโt entirely keen on. Tilila. Then you met her. Malaia. No matter how much you try to convince yourself, her name persists. Like a scar. You canโt forget her. No matter how much you want to. You canโt. You canโt. You canโt. She treated you with a kindness you hadnโt felt. Touched you with a softness that even the plushest of beds couldnโt compare to. She spoke your name with a sweetness on her tongue that made your head ring. You two fell into love. Something akin to love. She loved you. You loved what she had to offer. You loved that she loved you. You loved the attention she fed you. You loved the way she touched you. You loved the way she fucked you. Eventually, she became overbearing. She suffocated you. She smothered you, implanted herself into every aspect of your life. She wanted to control you, discern what you could and couldnโt say, she wanted to make you hers. But you werenโt hers. You never were hers. She tried to lock you up, but the collar never quite made it round your neck. In perhaps an act of defiance, an act of rebellion, or maybe an act of freedom, you were unfaithful. You kissed lips you werenโt entitled to. Touched skin you shouldnโt have. You knew this would upset her. And still, you persisted. You went all the way. Cause meet effect. She broke it off. How dare she. She wanted you so bad, craved you every waking moment, and now? She broke it off. She threw you away. You lost control. You lost the control. Something within you snapped. You wanted revenge. You wanted to make them feel the hate you felt, the anger that festers within you still to this day. Thatโs when you found it. A call to action. A wanted poster with her moirailโs name. Yes. This was your chance. Lock him away, make her feel what it felt like to lose something you loved. Take away a privilege. You were swift with this report. You called it in as soon as you could. You needed to make them hurt. Make *her* hurt. The Heiress acted swiftly. With a heavy hand. You were druggedโkept in a room. Only able to watch. You remember the screens. You remember watching every hivestem crumble. The blood spilling. The gore. Even if audio had been available, you wouldnโt have been able to hear it over your own sobs and sounds of anguish. This wasnโt what you meant. This wasnโt what you thought would happen. She made sure you watched her die. She made sure you watched them all reduce to ash. The life you had grown accustomed toโgone. Within an hour of torment. They were all gone. The people that had so graciously taught you what it meant to liveโYou killed them. It was all gone. Itโs all gone. It's never coming back. #nsfw , #violence , #death , #substances ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐
-^It's a memory box, isn't it. I don't want yoโr pity or whatever this is. I know what I've done and I can't fโcking do anything aboโt it.^-
-^Ttechnically. I gโess. Yes. Bโt. I didn'tthink it woโld do that^-
dude. what the fuck, actually
d1d you know those guys?
