#sernyla

[builtperil]

@sernyla sent ✏ !!!!

;;romantic italian music plays from the distance

Send ‘ ✏ ‘ & I’ll Draw Your Muse! || ACCEPTING FROM MUTUALS !

[abyssent]

@sernyla

“Oh, darling!~ Can you come into the bedroom?” 

Your voice is sweetly sing-song, and were it not for your smile being ever present regardless of your emotions, your excitement would be overwhelmingly obvious to anyone who so much as glanced at you. Then again, no one else will see you like this but Angel, because you intend for the moment to be private and personal, just as it was when your fiancé presented you with your ring.

One arm folded behind your back conceals the small black box in your grasp, and you wonder if Angel will think anything of it at first, considering that the posture is a regular one for you. Your microphone, originally in your other hand, now stands nearby, playing a subtle and sweet jazz instrumental. The fireflies originally from the bayou half of your hotel room flicker as they fly to and fro about the space, and when you hear the click of heeled boots approaching, you dim the lights just enough to make sure the lights of the fireflies truly sparkle.

...Alright, so you’re hardly being subtle. Angel is bound to notice, meaning there won’t be an element of surprise once he walks in except for the appearance of the ring itself, but you’re content with that. Surprise or not, you want this to be a special moment for him. In your eyes, he deserves it.

[elkfeast]

tw: excrement, gore, vomit, headshot / head injury and death mention !

   where has he seen this? battle damage. broken limbs. short of breath. the war is as clear as day in... her eyes. she remembers the slick mud seeping through her uniform and the rain that would fill the trenches until entire platoons were swimming with waste matter and floating corpses. torrential down pour making lighting a match impossible within the darkness and the taste of dirt water making its way down her throat spewed out in seconds. the feeling far worse than when she had to watch the man she held in her arms as draw his last breath, her cheeks wet with sludge and tears. a wife and two children left behind. a respected captain and the closest who would ever come as a father figure when her own could not provide.

    one’s morality changes when they’re met face to face with a barrel of a gun between their eyes. the fight for survival within No Man’s Land never ending as every step either meant a trip to the minefields or a bullet to the chest and entrails dragging across the battlefield. she never liked the idea of Turf Wars for the very reason that she could still hear the gunfire and feel the earth shaking during the Trench Warfare but, how could she deny a good target practice once in a while? hidden in the shadows as she props up her rifle on a high vantage point. all headshots. never satisfying. but would this one be?

   the answer should be clear. yes. yes she should be satisfied with putting a bullet through Angel Dust’s head yet, there’s a feeling of dread. the snap of her dear Louis’ violin echoing within her thoughts ---- broken dreams. a broken boy. a broken man. her brother could walk through that door any moment with the Princess of Hell and then what? Valerie isn’t sure if she can stomach the heartbreak this time. how much more did her sibling have to lose for her to be happy? the feeling of sentiment is quite pathetic, really. but Louis didn’t have to know. she’d keep this between her and Angel Dust, and her brother would keep his happiness.

    ❛ ... you’ll wake up in a few hours. ❜ voice a monotone, gloved hand reaching into the interior coat pockets as a pistol is pulled out. the gun used for a game of roulette between her and the great Vox Populi... now used to kill. she faces the spider, raising the gun before his face. right between the eyes. quick. painless. this is mercy. ❛ do you trust me? ❜ c. / @sernyla

[hellbeloved-a]

ANON DOESNT EXIST, * BANGS POTS AND PANS * I LOVE U BITCH

anonymously tell me how you feel ! —— @sernyla     /     accepting !

[wrxthfulguard]

(X) @sernyla

Don just observed the spider demon with his usual stoic expression before giving a brief sigh... As the newly hired security guard for the Happy Hotel, the ‘human’ demon’s duty was to protect the staff and residents that lived there... He respected Angel, even if the two were from different sides of the law in their past alive lives.

“How did this happen, Angel Dust?” His gravely and raspy voice inquired calmly, hands crossed and folded in front of him. “Can you sit up? I’ll get the first aid kit from the front desk while you do so.”

[pxppinmolly-archived]

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