Goddess of Sleep, Death, Piercings and Tattoo's
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Roses
Jun 17, 2014 6:04:25 GMT
Post by Ali Bellman on Jun 17, 2014 6:04:25 GMT
Ali walked among the roses, dragging her fingers carefully over the petals feeling them, they all felt soft and pretty. She picked a few of the roses that had the softest petals, they where an array of colors from black to white. She twisted them together till she had a rose ring that she could put on her head which she did so before feeling more petals to find more to add to her rose ring. She picked the one that had the roughest petals and then took a seat slowly pulling the petals out playing she loves me she loves me not with the flower ending on she loves me, which was good because she was doing it about herself and it would have been a lie if she had landed on she loves me not.
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May 21, 2015 9:19:00 GMT
Post by Deleted on May 21, 2015 9:19:00 GMT
Bellona walked among the roses in the garden, running her hands over the petals as she walked by, loving that they no longer whithered as they used to. She used to destroy everything she touched, but now, now they strengthened at her touch. Now she was a driving force in teaching others to take control and fight their own battles and she reveled in it. She picked one and tucked it in her hair. It matched her lips, red with the blood she'd spilled in her lifetime. Hey, she was still a goddess of war, no matter how reinvented she'd become.
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