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#♞❝⊰ v; unknown. ⊱▌╳ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ꜰʟᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ
enchantrisms · 7 years
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“ i do not like to lie. “
          was it a SIN to lie? was it a VIRTUE to tell the truth? when it comes to mankind, lying becomes an unavoidable NECESSITY. it becomes an act of SURVIVAL, whether or not it was INTENTIONAL or based upon good intentions lying is indeed a work of art. therefore, how else was the witch, who has long abandoned humanity— expected to respond? withholding her SILVER tongue, she waits in silence. idle movements carefully CRAFTED into a slender air of indifference. for a moment, a barely audible ‘tsk’ ESCAPES colorless lips. followed by a contemplated hum. in a sense, the witch was more then TEMPTED to shatter such illustrious ideals— of course, she had to remind herself that such INNOCENCE was indeed the foundation of this very organization.; ( zero isn’t the only one here who wears a mask ).
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           ❝you do not need to like it to understand the importance of such deceit. we are all liars in the end. and you are no different.❞
♜ ▌╳ ゜・。。・゜ ► the song of achilles || accepting || @pxpiliovxle
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enchantrisms · 7 years
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“Are you crying?”
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       stunned silence SILHOUETTES softly across porcelain complexion; auburn eyes casting such hidden transparency as her slender figure immediately RECOILS upon the other’s quick acknowledgment. svelte fingers traces over CASCADE tears, her face shriveling into a FLUSH response. crimson tainting over pale hues before the witch’s subtle lips motions into immense SPEECHLESSNESS. ( how ridicules ), and yet traces of her vile emotions renders her SLY tongue into nothingness. she shouldn’t feel this way. a witch who has lived for CENTURIES, no longer qualifies in feeling something so… HUMANE. sadness, happiness, they all mean nothing to her ( and yet here her tears remained…). shaking her head, she attempts to DISMISS such notion entirely. her defensive posture only justifying her SINCEREST wish to move away from such sensitivity. 
                                  ❝what are you saying— that’s just ridicules… it’s nothing.❞
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enchantrisms · 7 years
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                ❝do you find comfort in sleeping in the streets—— or were you just that tired? ❞
♜ ▌╳ ゜・。。・゜ ► startercall || @qorvian
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enchantrisms · 7 years
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                   ❝and what exactly are you suppose to be? ❞
♜ ▌╳ ゜・。。・゜ ► startercall || @divinityblink​
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enchantrisms · 7 years
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                ❝what is your reason for living?❞
♜ ▌╳ ゜・。。・゜ ► startercall || @brynhildrking
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‘ i’m not really scared to die. i’m more afraid that no one will miss me when i’m gone. ’
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      ❝and suppose that someone does miss you, what happens after they die?❞ 
      such question LINGERS on beneath the guise of aloof curiosity. her striking eyes brushing pass his moment of self awareness—— ( as if she was already turning the pages of his preordained aftermath ). after all, like so many others BEFORE him, he too will one day disappear through the TRAGIC flow of time. whether or not, he carried a legacy most befitting of praise or criticism, his life and memories will disappear the moment the LAST person of their lifetime WHISPERS his name for the final time; ( and one day she too will disappear ).
   ❝there is no life without death… and hence, it will be pointless of you to dwell on these technicalities. someday you and your love ones will be forgotten in this merciless sea of time and you can do nothing to stop it.❞
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‘ this is not something to be proud of. this is a tragedy. ’
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       ❝this is life.❞
      composure RESONATES deep within soft spoken words; golden hues emitting a ray of simplistic understanding as her gaze clashes alongside azureous optics. silence triumphs over APATHETIC wisdom, her figure standing FIRMLY amongst the rubble. metallic blood and dirt GREETS her senses, while porcelain nostrils twitch away in minor discomfort. standing her ground, the grey witch does not hesitate in unveiling her current observation. her silver tongue wasting little time in such reflection. after all, SELF DESTRUCTION is the basic embodiment of mankind. a twisted ideology that benefits no one, with the exception of the gifted.
       ❝where one falls, others live... and hence, the endless cycle of human life.❞
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enchantrisms · 7 years
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             ❝you are staring again. ❞ observation DWELLS evenly onto golden hues; lime green brows lifted into a subtle jeer, as she stood carelessly AMONGST the tending masses. amusement beguiles her TENACIOUS complexion, her colorless brims ECHOING a simplistic curve. and like a certain cat, a CHESHIRE grin is enacted; if only to instill the witch’s remiss.❝if you are that INFATUATED, i find giving a banquet of lilies more flattering.❞
♜ ▌╳ ゜・。。・゜ ► startercall || @seitenese
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