Saint dans les Ténèbres
@hereticalPolymath
Je suis le héraut.
I need not even say what I am in this game of pretend.
Rescue attempt after rescue attempt. It's watching you all play a bad game of telephone.
At least there are attempts, y☽o☾u must c☽o☾mmend the eff☽o☾rt. ⋆˚࿔
It should be noted that more often than not, these attempts directly hinder the actual ongoing efforts of people who are ACTUALLY helping.
Fascinating.
Tick tock.
I look forward to seeing the Reaper at work in his most natural of elements. He will loathe himself for it, but it must be done. The lesson will not sink in without his work.
Genuinely I think she thinks I am being hyperbolic when I talk about what I've done to keep my knight with me. So let me be abundantly clear. I once played the game so many of you speak of, and my heart, my one and only, my dearest knight... died very early in our session due to certain circumstances within our game. The other players at our metaphorical table were ignorant, cruel, and small-minded, and would have prevented me (and certainly tried, too) from seeing him safely resurrected per the games terms for my perceived sins. So I unmade them. All of them. And everything else along with them. Save for my Knight, my Joseph. Love does not do anything by halves.
It is really interesting to see you rechitt that, seeing as you barely managed to preserve your lover's body, and certainly failed a true resurrection. This is a directed comment.
You will have my convinced when your pictures no longer include your love in a state of barely slowed decay.
Accusing me of being a creep will not absolve you of having a corpse for a lover. Of the two of us, I think most would far prefer the company of myself and my knight to yours and your lover's, and I will be the first to admit that my Joseph is an aquired taste.
Perhaps because there were many witnesses to his death? Or perhaps because one person admitted to dismembering the corpse to prevent him from becoming a SHAMBLING corpse? Or perhaps because resurrection and possession are ugly, gruesome businesses which would have ended quite badly for you. Or maybe it is just that he is rotting in real time, and you continue to post photographical proof of it.
(̥ ̥এ́⍜এ̥̀)̥̥ by mirthful miracle, he was br◕ught BACK fr◕m tha dead, thinking any different is delusi◕nal˚
I would unmake him myself if I did not think this tragedy playing itself out to its end was the best course of action.
I like it when my knight smiles. It is all too rare.
Sometimes, love is clawing apart a universe to keep him safe. Other times, it is listening to him tell the same story he's told you at least a thousand times simply because he smiles when he tells it.
There is something so beautiful and terrible about the darkness in the furthest ring. Endless night can be so calming, and yet staring too long into it leaves such a hollow ache, deep in my bones. Chilling. Exhilarating.
Perhaps I will make an effort to socialize tonight. Later, however.
It is generally understood, I feel, that one should not antagonize the emotionally disturbed. However.... As this one has come close to reason many times before veering hard into pure grotesquery despite all that was offered... I feel comfortable in doing so. This will not last much longer, in any case. The Reaper has made his plans already, and though he loathes to enact them I suspect he will soon find he has no choice.
I no longer regret hurting her feelings.
Why is it that those who are complicit in infidelity always try to deny their culpability. Feeling guilty, are you?
Ahem. Whoops.
Teeth, tongue, horns. Symbolism in symbolism in symbolism. Should have taken his eyes.
🝎h well.. i w🜁s chittr st🜁lking y🝎u f🝎r 🜁 little 🜁nd i h🜁d 🜁 th🝎ught. @celesti🜁lOnl🝎🝎ker This guy is s🝎 y🝎ur type. Hit him up girl!! <3 <3
⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ I cannot tell you enough that i do not need you finding new mates for me. plus this guys probably like stupid old for me ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆
I assure you, I am not. I have what I believe you would call a very dedicated matespritship.
We cannot be faulted for the enthusiasm of our friends, I suppose
Oh good heavens, the food is turning people into spiders. My word. Whatever shall we do.
My curiosity got the better of me after all.
I am almost curious enough to go myself. Emphasis on almost. At best, this is an excuse for them to glean additional information about the denizens of this website. At worst, it is an active involuntary conscription event. Neither of these things sounds particularly tantalizing.
Allow me to set the record straight on this matter, as a Lord of Void. It would be a lie to state that @walkstabwalK is not in fact a ouppy dog. Hope this helps.