lips curling into a teasing smirk ,
nodding in agreement to the
request .
he would be careful , that much
could be promised . if the puppets
that endured could be saved ,
he would do all he could to help .
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the sight before him was a
portrait of cerulean suffering .
no soul should've ever been
made to endure anything
even close to this .
why her ? why the most
gentle of beings brought to
this .
his throat closes , tight with
a feeling he cannot express .
he wasn't ready to let her go .
not after coming this far , after
doing so much for krat .
how could this place , the hotel ,
or any of it feel like home
without her ?
❝. . . p-please . . . ❞
there had to be something he
𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 do to fix this , all of it .
eimory.xn--6ii
maybe I make a new little pinned here, I see the verse is coming alive 💕
at first , it was emptiness .
function , and nothing more .
one step in front of the other ,
one swing and another for
the sake of survival .
but little by little , the ergo within
him began to unlock deeply
sealed memories .
his life ? or carlo's ?
minutes feel like hours ,
the stone crumbles beneath
shuffling feet .
a final decisive blow brings
her to her knees , and thus
the complete is bested .
though there should be a
sense of victory . . .
. . . there is only dread .



























