Some say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. In Dahlia's experience of this world thus far, people will happily trot down the steps to ruin if it means they can feel good and right, for even just one moment. And while the void can be deafening, she might have told Everest, it can also be welcome; a vast, endless nothing, obliterating uncertainty, filling all the spaces where doubt festers and grows.
Only as she feels his hands relax against her does she part from him, lips painted red with his blood, the fingers that only seconds ago gripped his jaw now cradling his cheek like a lover. "Isn't that better?" she murmurs, looking him over appreciatively, and not only because of how useful he has just become to their plans. "Just let it in. We'll take care of the rest from here."
Only as she feels his hands relax against her does she part from him, lips painted red with his blood, the fingers that only seconds ago gripped his jaw now cradling his cheek like a lover. "Isn't that better?" she murmurs, looking him over appreciatively, and not only because of how useful he has just become to their plans. "Just let it in. We'll take care of the rest from here."
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
