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masticated) wrote2025-01-12 07:27 pm
masticated) wrote2025-01-12 07:27 pm
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WELCOME TO THE SALTBURNT NETWORK
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zombieboy
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[ It's getting worse. Standing in front of the mirror, a finger trailing the path of one fork of the puckered Y incision snarling up toward her collarbone, her state is nothing a grey bralette and lukewarm pools of bathroom light can entirely hide. She's fading. Scattered bruises everywhere from when she'd still been tender to the slightest bumps, her blood is now slow and lacking oxygen, skin dull, colour drained.
There can't be much time left. Someday soon, she'll wake up fresh. Alive.
Door to her room wide open to let in the frozen winter air, the adjoining door forgotten completely, Madison stares at herself in the mirror, worrying at the dry skin of her lip, deciding whether or not she can be bothered to disguise it under a layer of makeup so she can go about her day. ]
There can't be much time left. Someday soon, she'll wake up fresh. Alive.
Door to her room wide open to let in the frozen winter air, the adjoining door forgotten completely, Madison stares at herself in the mirror, worrying at the dry skin of her lip, deciding whether or not she can be bothered to disguise it under a layer of makeup so she can go about her day. ]
[saber has noticed a chill for a bit over a week now. he doesn't care. he spends little time in his bedroom, keeps it meticulously clean and organized when he's there. the maids tend to very little, only cleaning up after a messy night with a girl or some staff member he's decided to claim for the night.
he's used to the room next door being empty, but defaults to keeping the door to the bathroom closed out of habit. he's sauntering in from the gym, happily oblivious to madison in his – his – bathroom, since no one has occupied it for the year he's been here. wearing a loose-fitted t-shirt and sweatpants, skin flushed from the workout, he doesn't think twice about swinging the bathroom door open in to see–
a girl. he squints at her. takes madison in, gaze saccading between the body in front of him and the reflection of her in the mirror. dead men's scars. he's made those and taken them apart, lifted skin from muscle and bone.]
You the reason my room's been cold, dead girl?
he's used to the room next door being empty, but defaults to keeping the door to the bathroom closed out of habit. he's sauntering in from the gym, happily oblivious to madison in his – his – bathroom, since no one has occupied it for the year he's been here. wearing a loose-fitted t-shirt and sweatpants, skin flushed from the workout, he doesn't think twice about swinging the bathroom door open in to see–
a girl. he squints at her. takes madison in, gaze saccading between the body in front of him and the reflection of her in the mirror. dead men's scars. he's made those and taken them apart, lifted skin from muscle and bone.]
You the reason my room's been cold, dead girl?
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