[ makima can feel her breath quickening, the sweat and dark shimmers beading down her face when she twists the world on its head and casts her chains like a net. from within it, she breathes:
obey me.
and inside would the beast’s uncontrollable heart rage, batter and break free without trouble. he lips go wet and stained from the darkblood that flows from her nose like smoke. the skin from her arms peel and curl at an alarming pace— the heat is spreading her down to raw flesh, until that too begins to blacken.
again, she beckons her, and again, her body objects with the sputter of blood from her mouth.
give me your wings.
she places her true eyes away, but aims her pointed finger, blasting and melting from nailtip to knuckles, and fires for the graceful movement upon the beast’s back with muddled aim that lacks the best of precision. ]
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and inside would the beast’s uncontrollable heart rage, batter and break free without trouble. he lips go wet and stained from the darkblood that flows from her nose like smoke. the skin from her arms peel and curl at an alarming pace— the heat is spreading her down to raw flesh, until that too begins to blacken.
again, she beckons her, and again, her body objects with the sputter of blood from her mouth.
she places her true eyes away, but aims her pointed finger, blasting and melting from nailtip to knuckles, and fires for the graceful movement upon the beast’s back with muddled aim that lacks the best of precision. ]