she's the giggle at a funeral
it's a full moon. one bright and hungry, as a lunar spell glints bone-white reflections along the horizon. tonight, even the stars do not shine as bright as the moon, and euryale calantha drinks it all in; the moon, the stars, the hushed darkness that settles like a blanket over the earth, summoning the evening in a swift kiss of velvet. she watches the snowflakes drop one by one from heaven. they spin like angels lost to the wind. she feels a shiver dance upon her spine and yet she welcomes it, with a languid hiss. everything from the stillness of the river to the deep, dark shadows unfurling into a wicked forest, bewitches her. euryale loves her evening strolls, the silence and the desolation, of one's own company. everything like this makes her feel at peace, and it's a feeling she rarely enjoys. this peace. she wants it. tonight, she welcomes the solace, despite how much chaos her heart screams FOR.
her obsidian lashes slowly flutter open, to soak in the dim-lit ambience. she feels her heart pulsing, shifting like swan-wings beneath her porcelain breast. if it's excitement she feels, she does not show it; euryale is perfectly made to express little, outwardly. instead, she is an image of statuesque aesthetic and stormy calm. her crimson bodice, gleaming in all its feminine exoticism, as the rest of her, ripples over the water's surface like a red dragon. her curves seem to glow in the moonlight. the deepest of scarlet, the splashes of ivory, that highlight her slender angles like a dress made of fire and ice. when she looks down at her own reflection, however, she feels a timeless sort of emptiness. like she's lived too long in this world, and parts of her wished nothing more than a deathless death. there is a secret part of her that wants to rest beneath the earth. euryale sighs, and drinks deeply from the frost-bound river. tonight, her soul feels black and thirsty. tonight, she wants to drink the whole world and fill her emptiness with sin.
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is when i'm alone with you
