♛ – CURIOSER & CURIOSER  ;

brows raise upon her words. now he was curious. what power ? a semi-forced laugh escaped his lips as he dropped the brows.

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     “  you hold the power? what power would that be, l o v e.  “ a challenging tone hung on his words, but only his words. lucifer’s face held a much different emotion. curiosity.

                        ♛ —-   ;      POWER,   free   –   flowing,  seized with   hours   of   practice,  a   soul   entwined   so   intimately   with   darkness.    MAGIC   was   once   her   POWER.      this new   realm   stripped   her   of  the   otherworldly prowess.      in   a   land    without magic,   without   belief, mundane,   POWER  was   in   position   —   most   often   political.   lavish,   ornate gowns   were   exchanged  for the   designer suit   upon   her   frame   –  the   guise   of   a   MAYOR   disguising   the   QUEEN   within.     his   query   lingers on   the   precipice   of   curiosity   &   insult. the   challenge   welcome   in   a   town  of imbeciles   too   fearful to   do   so.

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                                ❛    did   you   not   read  the   sign   ?    ❜          perhaps   he   had   forgotten   intruding   on   her  office so   abruptly, strangely   visiting a   town   that   was   not   meant  to   be   found.       it   appears   curiosity lingers   on   both   beings.       mahogany irises   guide   him   to   the   stone   above   the   threshold    MAGISTER     carved  so delicately.      MASTER  OF OFFICES.        A   PERSON   OF   AUTHORITY.       surely  he   could   come  to   a   worthy  conclusion.    a   step,  then   another,   guide  her   around   the  massive   desk,   inquisitive  yet   predatory.      ❛     more   importantly,   how  did   you   find  this   little   town  ?   ❜    

♛  –  OF IMPECCABLE TASTE ;

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       do you dare to look them right in the eyes ?  

@coronatii· // liked for a lyric starter.
way down we go by kaleo

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                     ———    always.       i   hold   the   power   in   this   game,   dear.        that   is   how   they   know.    

i will have my vengeance.

this heart that only knows how to beat on stolen blood, for these lips that have forgotten how to smile, for these limbs should lie under a fading headstone but upon this skull lies a crown of bones, this body a tattered skeleton despite the glittering jewels & elaborate gowns adorning it. these eyes love shadow more than sun. perhaps in this void, i will find home again.

out of your suffering shall rise my victory

these hands do not know how to hold something precious, without shattering it to dust in my wrought iron fingers, without burning it to smoke & ashes from the hellfire in my veins, without shredding it apart &letting it bleed out over my serrated-edge nails without strangling the life out of its trembling core - in the hopes that maybe in the pieces of the aftermath, i will find myself again.

villains don't get happy endings

indie  REGINA MILLS / THE EVIL QUEEN   from abc's once upon a time

as told by GRIM

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