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[thatalmostopsorceress]

The White Rose Lies in a Coffin of Thorns [Blade (HSR) Fanart + Prose]

He who dances a tango with death sleeps in a coffin stained crimson – the crimson that pours from the four-chambered vessels of his foe.

What he longs for, though he gives, he cannot obtain; what he cherishes, though he begs, he will lose; what he holds dear can never fail to break, and so he has no tears left to cry. That is the desolate path of the wounded white rose, his purity and soul long stripped of him as his once vibrant universe fell.

Is it not ironic, that the bringer of death himself yearns to be released from the merciless claws of living?