#creepedverse nero

[necroixe]

public opinion dictates nico’s chest is an empty black cavity, that there was never something there to begin with— that’s not entirely true.

really, her heart exists somewhere outside of her body

in the wreath of her sister’s hands

- nico is mine, nero belongs to @ner0vana

[necroixe]

- Darling child, true love of mine.

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Nico hates green.

She hates that it looks like the woods the operator makes her fight through.

Tree arms scraping at her skin until it's cut red, raw.

She's never been big on nature, never festered any fondness for the great american landscape of alabama, or farnbury. The rolling daisy peppered hills, the way the lakes weren't even really blue, skimmed with treemoss and algae.

Still

It's Nero's favorite color.

Her sister likes to wear it, when she's not in her school uniform. Her stupid graphic tees, her ugly flannels, the green sweatshirt that's missing the hood, that was always too large, the sleeves coming over her hands that she fights to roll back over her thin elbows.

Her sister is a mess. Not prissy like Nico is. She doesn't care about her appearance, about being perfect. The woman washes her clothes near daily, splattered with mud and insect blood, idly wondering how a little kid even manages to make such a mess. And still she finds her, stomping out of the woods, earth ridden boots, grin on her mouth. There's a branch poking out from her dark tousled hair, specks of dirt against her small face. And when Nico gathers her into her arms, buries her face in her hair, Nero smells like the sun. She smells like the forest, like grass.

And Nero is green. Nero's springtime, she's the golden tinged powder of april haze, she's lake moss, and beetlewings, hummingbird feathers. Everything beautiful, imperfect in farnbury is green.

The only thing there left to love.

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Short little animation about Nico and Nero

Nico’s mine, Nero belongs to my sister!