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Dark CornersHumanity, humbleness, hope; all words that lay stale on my tongue as if heavy rocks or stones that wish to crush my sentences into perfectly moulded letters. The looks of despair are like poison mixed with the swirls of sickly love it makes my stomach turn vile. The deadly touches to my shoulders, my neck, my cheeks send the shivers of Jotunheim through my bones and attempts to crush my skull into the sweet mercy of submission, though I will not bend into this macabre style.Dark Corners by sukuangtou
Treasures once so dear to me now collapse at my feet like the dead sparrows discarded by a panther, pathetic, useless, hated. Delicate swooping inked books and soft silks are offered with eagerness, with those same useless glances of hope and pity urging me to recognise, to take these lifeless items in my little hands and clutch them to my chest as if cradling a new-born babe to my heart. Instead I abandon, for I have no heart to beat.
But the expressions refuse to dissolve away with my acid.
It sickens me, tu
DistanceSpoilers for both the anime and manga. One-shot.Distance by sukuangtou
Dank darkness lingered on the ground, scuttling across damp earth, scattered cobble stones and curling around curved empty tombs like evil-eyed rats fat on the rich spoils of death. Heavy night flew above the twined limbs of the ruins, bleak stars high above, creating a shimmering cloak for the gigantic moon dripping light onto the delicate pools of rain water, creating swirls of tears on the surface in the ivory light. Striding shadows lean outwards painting dull, shaded soot what danced around the few trees growing. The innocent trickles of river water hitting the edges of land echoed in song off the surroundings, deathly quiet. Disturbing the scene a raven, thick feathered, drifts lazily across the sky, floating out across the water and towards the world beyond, like a silent reaper. Three feathers disturbed by the flapping motions of the creatures fine, charcoal wings tumble softly towards the ground, one landing on the stilled
BlindfoldsAm I the blind one? Do I not see what others do? Do I see a Thor different from the rest, one that’s not…him? To me he’s arrogant, impulsive, a giant oaf with more power than he knows what to do with, which has resulted in what? Not the King of Asgard I cannot see, more a war ravenous brat who craves the oh so desired glory of battle, of bloodshed and rotting, wasted death. The stink of a warrior that lusts to fight reeks from his very being and I myself am beginning to ask, ‘Is this what Asgard needs? Does a kingdom really need a King who would fly at different cultures, races, lives with a sharpened sword and a thundering hammer without a second thought of the situation?’Blindfolds by sukuangtou
Or maybe, more importantly, should I doubt my own brother, my flesh and kind?
Others do not and besides, he has done me no ill – Directly – so why am I? Why does this knot of dread, fear and restlessness curl within the pit of me like a poisonous viper that seems to be cons