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acxnitum

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{ it’s funny– the one who gave her the colors is the one
who is trying to take them away. she feels numb, out of
place, and out of time, the call of death ringing in her ears.
she doesn’t want to answer. she doesn’t want her friends
to answer. she especially doesn’t want her soulmate to
answer the call of The Grim Reaper. A shuddery breath enters
through slightly open lips as Lydia keeps her back to the
Nogitsune, refusing to acknowledge his existence until
she is mentally strong enough to turn around and see
what the spirit has done to her Stiles. The air emerges
from her lips as her back straightens and she tries to force
all signs of her fear into a ball at the back of her mind.
another inhale and she turns to face him, words on her lips. }

                     " Give him back. “

August 13 with 8 notes
filed under:   # v ; true colors # acxnitum
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