s i n e m a t i c
devil's night
death march
THE FIRST TIME you met her, she appeared to you like Death had left its message in her mouth; with runic blade as tall as she, and snowy strands all tucked back, you could not help but wonder if she was here to grace your presence or destroy you.
You come to accept that it is both.
( THE QUEEN. | THE KING. )
