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Your Phantasm

{Original character}

I t m u s t b e k i s m e t .
It's the day of reckoning, and it's beckoning; now drink, darling, from the chalice.
Let the p o i s o n run through your veins, and I'll kiss the p a i n from your lips.
I exist so long a you will me to.

laxpetitexmorte:

phantasmal-creation:

laxpetitexmorte started following you

The brunette turned, uncertain of whether or not she should greet the new presence. Careful blue orbs watched him before a small smile graced her lips. “Hello, I think.”

He bowed, just slightly. “Good evening, Miss.” He spoke softly, just a small smile on her face. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, or who she was or even how he got where they were, but he kept his cool pretty easily as there was no aspect of danger. “Whom, if I may, do I have the pleasure of meeting?”

For lack of better knowledge, Ashling returned the bow with one of her own. Her hands moved to fold over her chest, just at the base of her neck as she observed him. Snow fell around them and for a moment the young woman was distracted; but realizing there was someone else, her attention quickly snapped back to him. “Oh…I am…” It was difficult, trying to remember her name. Slowly, without any thought her head fell to one side. “Ashling. Who… Are you?”

laxpetitexmorte started following you

The brunette turned, uncertain of whether or not she should greet the new presence. Careful blue orbs watched him before a small smile graced her lips. “Hello, I think.”