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Decolonize Palestine

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Palestinian Speculative Fiction Reading List

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how to know what to boycott

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—   𝐌. |  FOR SO LONG HAS SHE PLAYED THE ROLE OF BOTH JUDGE AND JURY, the executioner not too far in her shadow - trail. for too long has she been both divinity and devil, except... she is sure those are just the same being, dual in one. tonight: SHE HAS A GUEST OVER FOR DINNER, a supernatural thing just as herself, dressed splendid and sordid, the way the Saint ( ! ) enjoys all of her guests. if they were dinner, that is. they are stuck in a game of getting to know each other, far too much time spent ambrosia - drunk among fairy folk and too little time ( according to the vampiristic ) spent over a nice, warm meal. You would be my honor, she had whispered over a glass, a few nights prior, If I could make you dinner some night. a flirt, thought a cordial and friendly one.

THEY SIT ACROSS FROM EACH OTHER IN THIS DINING ROOM, the lights dimmed and a candle between the two of them. the woman had put though into this dinner, wanted to make it as personal as possible, and besides — the china looked finer in the dark light.  ❝   it's your turn,  ❞ says the vampiristic woman, napkin brought to her mouth, a gentle dab. this game has felt like an exchange of favors, of knowledge that had pooled for decades, eons and centuries. dusty knowings, the both of them carried. To ask me something. the woman finishes.

the other reaches for her glass, brings it to her mouth. red washes to her mouth, past her lips, and Seraphina mimics.

THE GUEST [ @silvreflames ] FIXES HER MOUTH INTO A LOPSIDED FROWN. " what do you know... about fairness ? " and the saint begins to feel as if she has been ambushed.

 ❝  OH. ❞ she says simply, the bottom of her wine glass returning to its place with a solid thud. the woman looks to the side, blinking rapidly; betrayal comes in a flash, though she does not quite know why.  ❝   i do not believe very much in it, when it doesn't matter.  ❞ a mumbling of words, though they sounded sure and clear. the Saint ( ! ) fashions herself into divinity, a purposeful thing without a purpose. a god devoid of worshippers.

 ❝   i think fairness is overused, don't you agree ? it is much easier to be correct, even if it is cruel.  ❞

#silvreflames #arc 01 * : death does not exist down here. ( 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 ‚ ) #heheheheh

[saintvampe]

seraphina is a hungry woman, but it is a very precise and contained hunger 99% of the time. if she is starving, she becomes frenzied, but she has a decent enough hold on her hunger + vampiristic tendencies where she is able to manipulate her hunger to being less of a pest.

#reading this poem i wrote w/ sera in mind... she's not a frenzied feeder half the time. #she's controlled with it & she prides herself on that so deeply.

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—   𝐌.   | THE SUN SETS EARLIER THESE DAYS, its rays dimming and billowing to a cool warmth by mid - noon. it is in this dimming, billowing warmth where they meet, apartment complex gate sliding open in a smooth and calming frenzy; the woman steps through the gate first, a glance thrown back at who she assumes is a new neighbor; his appearance is taken in, soft spots of his body pinpointed and memorized. you never know when you must be prepared, when there's need for fresh meat.  ❝   oh, are you new in the building ?  ❞ asks she, curiosity lacing her tongue like a barbed wire. she watches him, memorizes the freckle and fat that sits on his face, pads his form; the vampiristic woman imagines braised meat in stew.... new neighbor fois gras....

HE DOES NOT ANSWER AS QUICK AS SHE WOULD LIKE, but her face remains cheerful as they both walk back into the building, him at a considerably slower pace. the woman presses the button lodged into the wall, calls the elevator from its hiding place above.  ❝   are you moved in alone ? ( SILENCE. A SHORT NO. ) well, why don't i have you and ... whoever over for dinner ? i've been cultivating something in my garden, i'd love to show it off.  ❞ silence fills the room. the elevator dings, the silver doors opening with a glide and she steps inside. So ?

the man [ @deluder ] fixes his mouth one way, and then another. as he steps into the elevator, words leave his mouth as a quiet omen, a quieter threat: “ i’ve been cultivating unkindness... ” the woman nods, feels the corners of her mouth turn upwards. the man continues: “ i’ve been cultivating a lot of things — i’m a fertile field, it turns out — but unkindness is the most interesting..”

the elevator halts at the first stop. the woman exits first, then wedges her hand between the closing doors, pries them open with a dazzling grin.

❝   tell your wife to come to dinner. saturday night,  8PM. i'm just down this hall, at the very end. I THINK WE COULD BE GOOD FRIENDS. ❞

#deluder #thinking hard abt what canon of urs to put this in but it i think can be used for pre n post reunion verse so i just did.. reunion verse #arc 01 * : death does not exist down here. ( 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 ‚ ) #DELUDER: 001. #but seraphinas so nosy n so greedy n so hungies all the time

[saintvampe]

Nai Bonet in Nocturna (1979)

#ABSTRACT * : blood tastes sweet. a craving sought deep and surrounding. i sink my teeth into –– ( 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 ) #EEEEEK !

[saintvampe]

thinking about how seraphina uses violence to keep control of those who work for her, how she wants them to feel small and know innately that if they fuck up, she'll dispose of them just as quick; how this tight ship of her is the only thing she really has, and how she does everything in her power to keep it going and running as smooth as possible, because she has no room for mistakes.

#i love her. her hardworkingness is dualled with violence; with scrappy attempts at power that work. #her cleverness dualled with her prowess with her greed #that all fuels her violence; her want for power.

[saintvampe]

ALREADY, LIKE A TAP - annoyance runs through the vampiristic woman, saps her of her good nature. still, against her mouth is the shadow of a smile, fangs peeking from behind berry - toned mouth and glistening as silver from the distant streetlamp light. she watches the next alley over, fist into face and stomach and shin, watches droplets of red fall onto asphalt. when the other speaks, the Saint ( ! ) turns her head sharp, hisses even sharper.  ❝   WE ARE NOT TO STRIKE UNTIL THE TIME IS RIGHT. ( then, sweeter, ) would you rather have tougher meat to chew, my new friend ?  ❞

BROWN EYES RETURN TO THE VIOLENCE, the vampiristic mouth salivating when one body falls. the woman becomes hungry within a moment's notice, and she almost takes a step forwards; a red nail digs into the grove between thumb and forefinger, threatening to pierce skin.

 ❝   it is as if they are tenderizing themselves for us... you must think of it that way. after all, that one ( ... )  ❞ a finger extends, points to the recently fallen, now unmoving form. the vampiristic woman gives an eye to her companion.  ❝   he will be much easier to swallow, now that they've beaten him to almost a pulp. i'm thinking tenderloins with him, hmm ?  ❞

♰    accepting meme  ⁏   @saintvampe:    ›    ‘  you  are  not  to  engage.  you  are  simply  here  to  observe.   ”

CIVILITY    !?    RESTRAINT    !?    INACTION    !?    IT'S  LIKE  THEY  TOLD  HER  TO  GO  AGAINST  THE  VERY  NATURE  OF  HER  BEING. SYNAPSES  FIRED  IN  THE  MOST  HEINOUS  OF  WAYS;    VIOLENCE  UNFOLDING  AMONGST  HUMANS...   THE  BLOODSHED,    IT  WAS  FAR  TOO  SWEET  TO  JUST  WATCH  IT  DRIP  ALONG  A  RANDOM  ALLEYWAY. A  WASTE    ;      A  FUCKING  WASTE.   ARMS  CROSSED  OVER  HER  CHEST  -  TALONS  DIGGING  INTO  THE  COMFORT  OF  HER  BICEPS,    BACK  LEANED  AGAINST  A  NEARBY  BRICK  WALL,    POUT  SO  PERFECTLY  PLACED  ON  PLUMP  LIPS.   "    i  do  not  understand  why  we  can't... why  we  have  to  watch  men  battle  with  testosterone  pumping  god  knows  where————    "    FRUSTRATION  BUBBLED  UP  IN  THE  WORST  OF  WAYS,  CLIMBING  UP  AT  THE  BACK  OF  HER  THROAT  BEFORE  DISCIPLINE  WAS  FOUND. A  HISS  DIRECTED  TOWARDS  SERAPHINA'S  GENERAL  DIRECTION,    JUST  ABOVE  A  WHISPER,    "    they  are  spoiling  the  meat!    it's  ghastly... callous!    "    DROLTA  COULD  FEEL  THE  BUDDING  RAGE  &  FALLEN  ICHOR  CAUSING  HER  FANGS  TO  PROJECT,    SHE  WAS  STARVING  +  ANGRY  -  HANGRY,  IF  YOU  WILL. SHE  WOULD  NOT  /  WILL  NOT  REST  UNTIL  HUNGER  WAS  PUT  TO  REST.  BLESS  THE  POOR  SOULS  OF  THOSE  IN  HER  ORBIT.

#orifces #HIIEIEEEHEHEHEHEHE THIS IS SO FUN #them just watching... waiting..... #sera runs a tight ship!! even if ur not on her ship she runs everything with order!!! #arc 01 * : death does not exist down here. ( 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 ‚ )

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—   𝐌.   |  IT IS EVENING. THIS, SHE KNOWS CLEARLY, the outside sky gone a pitch black and the streets alight with fluorescent. the vampiristic woman adorns herself in something that matches the night, dark clothes against brown skin and white hair, gloves that end in freshly painted nails. her home is silent as a graveyard, save for the light rustling of skirt against wood floor. the loneliness is relished in, though she knows it will not last forever: in the dimness of her bedroom rests another form, the slow and steady coolness of lover, of a woman who is hers and no one else's. the world is quiet outside her cold windows, the sun way past its setting. the woman grabs her coat in her living room, moves in front of the full - length mirror that stands between window and door; a laugh rings through the home, up the stairs, filling every crevice with small merry.

THE STAIRS CREEK, LITTLE BY LITTLE. the Saint ( ! ) has stopped her laugh short, a moment interrupted, though a smile remains on her face as she turns to see the woman come down. her smile is mirrored... a pulsating love reaches between them, despite the night - dark, despite the buzz of taffeta - skirt night.  ❝  hello, my sweetest thing...   ❞ whispered, husked.

the vampire - woman [ @yaburnae, ] glides across the floor slow, a withering and flickering candle flame.  ❝   I THOUGHT I HEARD YOUR LAUGHTER.  ❞ and the Saint ( ! ) allows her smile to widen, large and larger.

 ❝   OH, THAT SMALL THING ?  ❞ says she, suddenly shy. a rush of embarrassment goes hot in her cheeks, and the woman turns back to her mirror, ringed hands and long nails smoothing the black of her skirt.  ❝   i was just thinking of last morning...  ❞ as the woman nears, Seraphina pulls her in with one hand, makes room for both of them in the mirror. the Saint ( ! ) becomes awash with love at the end of her fingertips; across Anya's throat goes an arm, then a blushed cheek meets her shoulder.  ❝   you made a joke before we retired to bed, and i couldn't help but let it re - tickle my fancy. my fanged silver, you are quite the comedienne.  ❞

#yaburnae #arc 01 * : death does not exist down here. ( 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 ‚ ) #hehehehe :0 #YABURNAE: ANYA. #thinking abt anya spending the day with sera..... sera just... getting ready for work #seraphina def pronounces it 'comee-dee-yenne' like rly says all the syllables kjsnfkdn #shes so silly #ANYWAYS SHE LOVES THIS WOMAN SO BAD... SHE LOVES HER SO SO SO SO MUCH!!! #'my fanged silver'.... 'my sweetest thing...'

[saintvampe]

i think i need mercenary!seraphina threads.

#seraphina before the underground; fresh in her vampirism but not fresh enough to be awkward. #killing contracts + keeping the bodies as payment..

[saintvampe]

reminder seraphina is deeply inspired by this gustavo fring scene.

#gna write a bit later maybe. #but hehe thinking about this. rewatching this scene.. #yeah thats seraphina la'rue.

[saintvampe]

—   𝐌.   |  SHE IS AN IMPATIENT, PATIENT WOMAN. she loves her gophers dearly, loves them like an owner loves a biting dog, or a few bad crows stepped out of line. she is a woman made of nerves, all of the pinched to Hell and centering themselves in the middle of her skull, the burning of a million migraines beginning. she treads a line between annoyance and anger, gentle and seething both at once. the creature, her favorite creature, all slime and grit and gut - she's invited him inside her back office yet again to delve into a layered chore: not quite thievery, but a robbing from underneath the grave, something the Saint ( ! ) refuses to do on her own. she sits behind her desk, red nails tapping against hardwood, brown eye gazing on her gopher as if they were a prize she had won, a pig waiting to be skinned and gutted. hunger gnaws at her. settles deep in her, makes a selfish fool of her misery.  ❝   I DO NOT UNDERSTAND YOUR PLAYING DUMB, LESHY.  ❞

THE THING ACROSS FROM HER HAS A STUPID SMILE ON THEIR FACE, or what she registers to be a smile. it is a quirking of his lip that she hates, wants to rip off his face and swallow down, down, down. their response is not one she enjoys. " I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING YET. " // the woman snarls.

annoyance bleeds through like a badly covered wound. the Saint ( ! ) keeps her temper, hides her tongue and fanged teeth, forces herself inwards. the eyes close for a moment... then two.... then three... Yet. she repeats, malice burning through her mouth like a hot iron, malice spitting itself against the hardwood of her desk.  ❝   i almost don't want to give you your job. i almost don't want to pay you. i almost want to eat you alive.  ❞ the threat is not concealed. it's lain out: a budded thing, bare and naked.

from across the table, the gopher [ @yaburnae ] gives a crooked laugh that refuses to fit his mouth. " fine. won't waste my fucking time. " and the vampiristic woman is swift to move.

HER HAND MOVES FIRST: nails form a trap against his throat, sharpness pointed into their flesh, a threat of ripping. she stands, but only slightly; there is a dulled fierceness in her eyes, as if she were tired of discipline, as if her hunger was merely behind her teeth instead of stuffed down, down, so damned down.  ❝   I WILL NOT PLAY GAMES WITH YOU, LESHY.  ❞

#yaburnae #arc 01 * : death does not exist down here. ( 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 ‚ ) #more violence. #more vitriol... more evil on evil friendship.

[saintvampe]

reminder seraphina is deeply inspired by this gustavo fring scene.

#that's all.

[saintvampe]

:)

#something kinda silly happened a few days ago so im kinda recovering from that; and as a result writing is gna be slow although its happenin

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writing....

#not gna share about my personal life but i do need a distraction

[saintvampe]

i love this evil, evil woman. this evil, deliciously dastardly woman.

#she makes me wna rewatch hannibal.. i think she's so based on hannibal and gustavo fring hehe

[saintvampe]

—   𝐌.   |  THE UNDERGROUND DOES NOT OPEN FOR ANOTHER HOUR, at least: the Saint ( ! ) begins her work early, opening the shutters of her shop and unlocking the door, then starting on renovation plans before anyone had any chance to intervene. that's the way down here: get there first or pay the price. the vampiristic woman enters into her shop for a moment, the bell of the front door dinging once before its frame shutters closed ... and then she emerges moments later, just as the shop - owner next door begins to reach her own stoop, with a metal post in one hand, a hammer in the other. the woman comes to the edge of her store, places the pole between her own postal box and the box of the other shop, and brings her hammer atop its head with a mighty swing. the clanging rings out in triplets, then pause, the world seemingly rattling with sound.

THE UNDERGROUND DOES NOT OPEN FOR ANOTHER THIRTY MINUTES, and she is still hammering away at the wretched thing, moved on to another corner in her imagined square. the hammer comes down quick and swift, heavy as a bat. the metal rings out with offensive revelry.

the other shop - owner, @godwitch, comes to the outside, right under her awning. What are you doing? the question is asked in a quick pace of tone, as if she were trying to expel it quicker than the hammer's blow. the vampiristic woman glances upwards, brown eyes flashing sweet. Oh, she begins, hello, neighbor! Well, I had this plan of changing up my layout. I need a bigger patio for winter months...

the woman stares at her with storm - grey eyes, the tallness of her almost, for a moment, seeming to match the Saint. her mouth opens, and hushed, even - toned and quick: " you’re not the only one who gets to make plans. "

here, the vampiristic woman gives a childish groan. annoyance races through her like an arrow, shooting into her forehead and behind her eyes. the Saint ( ! ) turns with a swiftness towards the woman, teeth begging to be bared. an angry step is taken forwards, though there is no anger in her face, just strange curiosity, slight offense: a cocked head, a grimacing mouth.  ❝   WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ? [ a moment passes. the anger leaves and is replaced with joyous grin, fangs showed. a chuckle passes her red mouth. ] ... are you jealous that you didn't think of it first ?  oh, there will be other ideas...  ❞ and she returns to her hammering, the world filled again with awful noise.

#read our old dms and urban fantasy shop owners next door... #seraphina's trying to make reno arrangements n zoya #is caught in the crosshairs hehehehe #AND SERAPHINA NOT CARING SNJKFNDKJGNJNDK shes like “oh are u jealous :/ sucks to suck!” #godwitch

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—   𝐌.   |  IT HAPPENS SLOWLY, THEN ALL AT ONCE: the crime and punishment, the vampiristic woman playing both judge and executioner. there is nothing to say when it happens, and there will be nothing to say after it ends. the Saint had found a gopher guilty of cheating her, pocketing money while she had turned a blind eye for long enough. tonight, she had him sitting in her back office, still as stone in the comfort of her second chair. Hold that thought, she raises a finger as he begins to speak, picks up her cell-phone and dials the number of someone more faithful... the man frowns, but the woman gives a dazzling, fanged grin.

ON THE SECOND RING, THE LING CLICKING TO STATIC: ₕₑₗₗₒ ?  ❝   𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞! 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫.    ❞ 

there is static on the other side, a question of duty. the woman waits for a split - hair, watches the man in front of her: his eyes go from phone to woman, to woman's smiling mouth.  ❝   𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐬𝐚𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨? ( ... ) 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬.    ❞ across the table, the man's eyes widen. his fingers grip against the cushion of the seat's arms and he shakes his head, apology forming on his mouth, 'Phina I was gonna give it all back, I -  ❝   𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲. 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐰𝐡𝐲, 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 ?    ❞ he nods, solemn. the woman continues, more to him and less to the woman on the phone:

YOU'D THINK I DON'T CARE FOR MY WORKERS. ( disgust on her tone, static in the dial. )

WHEN SHE RETURNS TO THE PHONE, she has raised a manicured hand, inspects the sharpness of her nails. Esau has gone silent. the vampiristic woman rises from her seat and walks behind the man, hand going from shoulder to chest, snaking over his collar, the sleeve, its front.

in the phone:  ❝   𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨, 𝐢'𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝. 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 & 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐩.    ❞ // Seraphina, I swear it won't happen a - his words are cut short, the woman's hand knuckle deep in the skin of his chest. she pushes past flesh, epidermis, underlayer of gut and grime, and the man's tongue goes loose in his mouth, nothing but sputter from his lips -- ... and then all is quiet. the woman is slow to remove a lung, more off - pink and slightly shriveled, the lung of a passive smoker. to the woman on the phone: Do you understand?

on the other side of the receiver, @absensia is full of static. eventually, there is a reply: " there’s nothing like a god to make you feel small. "

THE WOMAN GIVES A SHORT LAUGH, more snort than anything concrete in humor.  ❝   𝐝𝐨 𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐠𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫? 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭.  𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.   ❞

#SO EXCELLENT AND CRUEL OF YOU TO SEND THIS ONE OH MY GOD!!! #seraphina reminding char that she is a cruel woman to work for; to be around; to exist with #this was so long.. but i had the scene in my head... #absensia #ARC 01 * : death does not exist down here. ( 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 ‚ )