glacialiscalor:

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    The darkness whisper a secret of hymns; my lovely dove—wouldn’t you seek for more than what you have received? What you deserve? The chambers inside your core reek with riddles and wonders, and once recovering and placing them together; utopia. 

   Utopia is a sensation - a place where those pencil markings of mistakes that an eraser just couldn’t erase is replace with a blessing - happiness.

My dear, wouldn’t you love that? They await the call of your bird’s lullaby as an answer to their awaited prayers, Namine.

         _{Something was certainly wrong with her lady, though blackened eyes gave away that much. But the words that she spun and vocalized and made drift through the air were so beautiful, but so dark and sinister and words that she wanted to take into herself and never forget, to always keep close to her.}

                  _{The words were so dangerous, too dangerous though, and to keep them close to her would burn her. Would melt her from the inside out and she would cease to exist and she wondered—}

         _{For a moment she wondered if there was a touch of feel running through her body, her body made of ice and little else. The body that her lady created and breathed life into.}

                       _{”My lady you speak of nonsense, please tell me what's wrong. I want to help you.”}