frustration rises as the repeated flicks of her lighter produce no flame to light the cigarette between her lips. blood-sticky hands trembling from lingering adrenaline and the need for a nicotine buzz.
"god 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 damn it."
her fingers are stained purple from the overly ripe blackberries she picked while harvesting, thorn-bitten hands smudged red with blood. she pops a berry into her mouth, secretly enjoying the iron taste mixed with the sweet juice.
malvolia's gaze is burning with a mad frenzy when it snaps to them, her smile as feral as a hyena. her hands are sticky with a thick coating of blood from her kills, and her frame trembles from the adrenaline surging through her veins. she's finally 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒. ~
Replying to @vampyrimisu
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she smelled of blood; not her own, but it mingled with hers, like a delicate perfume from a high - end line.
“ you look like you’ve been up to something 𝒏aughty. ”
࣪ ִֶָ☾. @horrorscapes .
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