#god i fucking love dee. i can't wait for yall to meet her one day.

[ghostzzy]

Fear! 27!

oooo these are fun ones river tysm!!!

'fear', dee having some thoughts and feelings about religion:

Nothing about this place was holy, not like the cathedral they used to visit every Sunday. Her grandfather used to take them, and then her mother. It was a show, like everything was—See, it said, vampires don’t burn on anointed land, don’t fear the cross, don’t fear Hell—but it always felt like more than that to Dee. A reminder that there was something bigger than her family, older than her blood. 

and a bit from 27, dee while puking up blood and bile from her vampire autoimmune disorder:

It didn’t matter how long she had left—hours, maybe days if she was lucky; she wouldn’t live long enough to miss the life she could never have. There was a poeticism in expiring quiet and alone on the floor of a motel bathroom, like any common victim; maybe that could’ve been enough for her.

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