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lilithenaltum
"there’s blood in the rainwater, in the clouds, in the sky. there’s blood always, and there’s honey and there’s her, forever and never"
{a story about bloodlust and love against all odds}
fanfic: ao3
fanmix: spotify
crossposted to pillowfort
preview:
The only thing that hurts me to die, is that it's not love .
一Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
The truth of the matter is this: there is no truth.
There is no real world, no actuality, no concrete time or space or place or planes. There is nothing but blood. There's blood in the rainwater, in the clouds, in the sky. there's blood always, and there's honey and there's her, forever and never. When he really digs down and thinks about it, in the quiet after of whatever destruction she’s wrought or in the heavy damp of nighttime, he realizes that nothing really existed before this.
Nothing existed before Shuri. Absolutely nothing.
read the rest here: two lovers, darkly
