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#Discreet on her own corner doesnt interact with many - living her life with Calum trying to survive and give the best to the children mm
uroborosymphony ยท 2 months
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a pool of blood and no body suggests homicide. (from: naeun, to: anyone)
Two women, two grudges, a mutual hunger for life to give them back what have been taken away from them. If during the day Naeun and Ilana have pretty simple lives, when the night and the masks fall, the chase is restless. It all began one night, at the Black Velvet, Ilana singing in her golden dress. Her back was exposed, revealing the softness of her skin where her camarel locks cascade down, and there, a tattoo of a majestic snake in her back, a snake tangled with flowers. Where did you get this, Who are you. Were questions Naeun asked to Ilana, following her backstage, a glock on Ilana's temple. Only a smile errupted from Ilana's lips to the question, not flinching at the glock whatsoever. "Tell me Beautiful, what did they do to you? " Ilana answered. Back in her days, the songstress has been involved with them, them who have seemed to cost a family to Naeun - mayhaps. "They ruined my life, too. Sadly, they're all dead Sweetheart. I believe Hells will take care of them for us." Ilana simply spoke. "I didn't want to kill it my Snake. I fed him with flowers. Isn't it beautiful this way? My mistakes are engraved in my skin." A bond flourished, from Naeun's thirst for revenge, from Ilana's unbroken link to her past, both chasing the unchasable. Tonight, it is another night for them, around a glass of merlot by the counter of one of these dirty yet lowkey bars in Itaewon. This time, they started studying the pages of records Naeun did receive from this eccentric japanese man, the pages listing every single man with a snake tattoo that has ever been seen. The ones Ilana has been involved with, the ones who died in a pool of blood, pictures were attached. "A pool of blood and no body suggests homicide." Speaks Naeun, as indeed no body was found.
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"Ghosts, mm?" Whispers Ilana, her long cigarette in between her hands, her doe eyes observing the pictures. "How beautifully macabre. I do remember this day. About seven years ago it was, I did stay at home to take care of Luna as I have just given birth to her, my little moon. A friend called me, announcing me they all died. Oh, I felt so free." Ilana takes another hit, pensive. "Are you saying they could still be alive? Why stage their own massacre? "
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