𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍

    How dangerous. She finally thought in the silent house. To be a creature of my nature only to have saints like them. Rosalice was left scared for her children. Scared that they would be handed into a world of large enemies. Handed to the world of danger just like she was.

    Plainly she waved it off staring into hazel brown eyes and blues. Eyes that had angels dancing with demons. Where heaven and hell combined and love wasn't judged.

    Where time that was endless fell in love with death.

    Where death became someone it envied.

    And time became someone it wanted.