𝘼𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣.

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DESTINY CAN'T BE
EARNED OR RETURNED .ᐟ

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( Admiring her look in the puddles, how tragic— how wretched of a sight this is. A town fallen to ruins.

Yet it was so beautiful. )

( So beautifully sad, how so many lives have been lost. )

( Yet a lack of caskets… how even more devastating. )

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i love making people who already hate me , hate me more 😇

💧 ` @infinitusparadoxon.bsky.social `

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( a flash of lightning in the clouds, blue. the skies never fell to her command so * easily. ) ( perhaps, she is the only one enjoying the rains— but * oh. they’re all for her. )

( as long as tragedy still surfaces— her reign shall last. )

windy. hand them over :3c
and their insecurities <33

windy. oh thats going to be so heartbreaking, i can’t wait to tear away from him and crush his dreams of reuniting with the sister he missed, meeting only with what she’s become throughout her solitude 🥰

windy. im brainstorming now how she would react to the nickname 😢
maybe shock because she hasn’t heard it in so long, fear because she’s being reminded of the past and then anger because they cant go back to the simple times
where she wasnt the bad guy ( technically )

Yes there is, she’s watching— so intrigued by the display.

A blue figure amongst the dark, covered as if she too was in mourning.

Despite her dampened eyes, her lips twitched into a smile.
Before it was gone.

i keep calling her that in my head, maybe a nickname sunny used to call her when they were younger- when they were simply happiness and sorrow, before they gained selflessness and selfishness

windy. ronnie 💭

/ they're literally opposites chat. they're parallel of eachother. when ones stronger, the other gets weaker in one way or another....

windy. feel free to snag sorrow for interactions, she’s mostly relishing in the power and letting tragedy take care of everything for her
selfish about spending her own time and energy on all of this 💅
her whispers are enough to keep things moving, she loves it!

windy, sunny’s current strongest, selflessness
acheron’s current strongest, sorrow

It has been quite awhile, since her wrists have been free if such binds.

Now tainted black, her own tears flowing ichor. She had been admiring them, a mirror shaped from water in her palm.

“Beautifully tragic.”

“Yet he is still not here.”

☀️ ` @wlkinonsnshine.bsky.social `

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we are all fades, it’s only a matter of time.

this will be the end ..

“𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙛𝙖𝙙𝙚.”