maybe in time by ~asilha

Graveyard Drunk Graveyards, their moods depend on the amount of sunlight there is. No one wants to visit a grave at night; too scary, too likely that something will pop out at you. Rainy days just leave you in a bitter mood when death is thrown into the mix, but it's tolerable and probably the best way to have more dramatic grave visits. Sunny days, though, they're great. They're the kind of days people feel like their dead is at peace, since the weather's great and the mood is great and everything feels too great to be sad. It's the kind of day when people put flowers on graves and wear white to the cemetery and reflect on how happy the dead had made them wGraveyard Drunk by ~asilha


winter warmth It should be ridiculous, but now I feel alive.winter warmth by ~asilha
Now, amongst all the screaming and pain and blood and begging, now I can finally feel my heart beating in my chest. I can feel my own blood racing through my veins, my own heart pounding so hard it reaches my fingertips and makes me shake. I have to clench my knife a bit tighter to still myself; I'm so wobbly and overcome with joy, I can barely stand upright. I bite my lip instinctively, the corners of my mouth still turning upwards into what I think is a crooked smile. A brief snort escapes me, and I have to tighten my grip on my knife a little more, until my nails are digging into my palm.
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