divinerotten.

   do you deem your importance to me insignificant ?       ruptures in his flesh had been covered by bones carved to a song so ancient, opposing anger scorching like the sun heating cold, blueish skin.  a balance,  duality  ;  rooted in a need fueled by but a whisper.   ‘ as fate would have it ’,  a pretentious motto molded by ancient fingers — ruined and worn by time.  and now,  a warmth swelled up with their toxic touch.

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there was a destiny written in anakin’s veins, beneath his skin so pretty.  outsider dare not ghost nails over this fragile thread,  albeit reason can not keep him from pulling it back.  selfish, perhaps. is he not allowed to be selfish?  as if anyone could oppose him.         there’s no need to lie.       he would know.  no bite doesn’t mean no bark — or no baring of teeth, if given a chance.  

   with me, you never have to.       

                THE OUTSIDER’S FINGERS draw a scintillant line along his jaw, his affection constant && tumultuous as the dark sea that surrounds them. Anakin makes his shadows look like stars, burning phosphorus beneath corrupted flesh. His great && terrible gift branching out in black veins up his right arm. Soon the entire limb will be lost to the void && its strange influence. 

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     ❝ I’m no one. ❞ He snaps, his master’s voice sawing on his nerves. Outsider often speaks of destiny, && how Anakin’s violence serves a greater purpose than personal vindication. They’re like animals, && I slaughtered them like animals. Every death by his blade has been in honor of those he’s lost, but never with something a inexorable as fate in mind. He was not born to be a monster, but he became one just as easily.  

 
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