frumpgrump:What a wonder it is when the broken pieces rise with you, even the tiniest slivers buried
frumpgrump:What a wonder it is when the broken pieces rise with you, even the tiniest slivers buried in the wound. They slide free, red and sharp, and your flesh knits together without any prompting. There’s not even one hint of a scar. The glass tingles like chimes in the air, responding to every subtle flick and flex of your fingers, and you want to shout for all the joy it fills you with. “Witch!” Oh, how she gasps it, as if you are the most awful creature wrought upon creation. You are, you are and thus that is the last thing she sees before the glass flies, splitting her throat into a wide, twisted smile.For @theivorytowercrumbles‘ Cinder origin story of sorts, The Limits of the Page. Just in time for the end of Halloween hehe. [full size] -- source link
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