
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@gallowsCalibrator#1443 Is this one yours? Blood pooling under your ribs as the sword sinks in and twists and you look up at the shock on her face as the life leaves you- No. Not yours. You're still alive. The next one, maybe. The courts echo in your ears. Cheers and murmurs. He's across from you. He's on trial, blood colour discovered and waiting for you to read out- Still not yours. You played a game. Try again. Maybe this time it'll be you. She smiles at you and it's like the sun. Blinding and overpowering and painful and yet you can't look away. You're in her orbit, a careful distance to not get burned but she reaches for you and- That's not quite right, is it? Because you did get too close. Final one. Last try for the night. You're on trial. The end of the world, they say. A devastation caused by the thing you called a lusus, the thing you let hatch- Incorrect. She was crushed. Are you sure? Are you her or him or them or you? Do you even know anymore? You've been through it. #gore #death #violence #blood #identityconfusion #lususdeath πΌπππππ’ πππ

