@artisxagni​ ;

    ❛    will you allow  me to tend to your injuries ?    ❜ 

                       ⊰ ✿ ⊱  — An abeyance surrounds her loosely ; Yet it becomes hallucinatory in her docile form. A  coruscant tint in her optics. ; it’s dilatory but warm for her figure. Tremulous but she doesn’t shun away from her misery. ( Oh dearest flower ! Do you fail to find peace ? ) The voice is disembodied while it surrounds her.  Amorphous figure nefarious & defiant.Yet she can’t find it ; she can’t hide. ( RUN ! RUN FASTER ! ) But she’s weak ; so small, so frail. she can’t run anymore. ❛   My injuries on the surface are far less important then the ones inside of me ; sadly those are ones that can not be tended to…   ❜