Don't you just L O V E what I've become.

[DARALIS 'ERIS' AMMON]

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YOU SHOULD PROBABLY JUST SHOOT ME IN THE HEAD RIGHT NOW

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OTHERWISE, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU ,[/COLOR][/FONT]
I'M SICK, REALLY SICK.[/COLOR][/FONT]

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The filtering of a soft moon bled through the clouds of the night, it's wavering touch reaching through the steel bars that marked the limits of the world of the cretins that inhabited the corners of the stone fortress. A soft missed along the breeze, tossed and pulled from all angles as the breath of the night sought to play games with it's susceptible form.

For the first time in as long as many of the cellmates of Azkaban could remember, the sight that greeted their eyes was not the endless sea of fog that descended over their house of captivity and shrouded each of them with a layer of depression that many a great wizard could not lift, but the warming sight of the full moon, hanging in the cool air like a constant sentinel. For some it would be a warming sight, enough to lift the remaining spirits that still fought to exist in their lives, but for others it did not even penetrate their minds, such small details as the weather and what little sights they could acquire through their barred windows had long since become insignificant to them, after they had made the decision to retreat inside their mind.

At this time there were no visitors, there were no family members hanging onto the shadow of their loved ones with a lingering hope that they would one day be reunited without the press of the haunting ghosts that leeched from their every breath. The prisoners were on large silent, up here they had no love of others, they would rather break the neck and slash the life giving arteries of their peers than whisper words of comfort through the bars. Many of the other inmates had succumbed to the heavy weight of slumber, recharging themselves in those brief hours where there were no demons pressing in them, no crumbling stone walls sheltering them from the world and no iron bars determined to keep them locked there away from cultured society until the day their retched life ended and they were set free from the prison they had been forced to dwell in. For the blonde girl who sat, legs curled beneath her in a manner that to many would look both painful and unachievable, there would be no silent saviour waiting behind closed eyes. For four years she had spent her days beneath the cloud of gloom that constantly watched over this place of punishment, without any slight inclination to close the widened green eyes that she saw this imitation of a world through, exhaustion was her only means of relief, she would not succumb to the will of her mind until her body forced her to lay collapse.

With boney arms that had once been muscled and toned drooped loosely at her sides, it was easy to imagine the mind of such a girl was elsewhere, lost to her forever, but behind those glassy orbs was a mind as sharp as the knife she had used so long ago to earn her place beside the scum of the Wizarding world. Constant surveillance was her only action. For hours she had sat in this way, her mind ignoring any screeching out cries of defiance that her body dared to convey, and the soft flow of words that whispered from her lips, drifting forward on the exhale of fetid breath had been ceaseless.

The endless streams of once joyous words echoed throughout the small space of her cell, bouncing off the walls to be relayed, much to her delight, throughout the cell block. To hear her voice filling the air around her, chasing away the reaches of silence had enthralled her. The other naughty boys and girls had long ago given up their protests, at first they had screamed for her to stop, some mingling fear and pain with the anger that laced their every insult and threat, but now it was silent except for the carefully formed words that left her lips in a sing song way that was dangerously infectious.

With the fingers of her right hand curling out words she placed one down before the other, the dirt laden digits crawling across the floor in the clear imitation of an arachnid that was made evident by the new song she had begun to sing. Incy Wincy Spider... climbed up the water spout.. the unstable mind of the once revered Daralis Jade Ammon was summoned up with that very line, and in a childlike spite the object that had inspired her was gone, it's insignificant life snuffed out as she gripped it's legs and pulled.

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THREADING WITH ANYONE.
HOW MANY WORDS 767
YOU ARE WHERE AZKABAN.
LOOKING LIKE without the leggings and of course very dirty and battered with more than its fair share of rips.
POST STATUS FINISHED
LYRIC CREDIT GREELEY ESTATES.
TEMPLATE CREDIT LIZZ SAY WERD ?!
NOTES LALALALA[/CENTER]

[lyla]

her back was badly bruised from laying hour after hour on the hard rock floor of her three walled cell. of course her cell came equipped with a sorry excuse for a mattress, but from this spot on the floor, lyla was bathing in the moon light that was peaking through the bars of her one and only window. she wondered how many people on her cell block were viewing this very same moon. she was wondering how many of those people found this moon a comfort. she had been imprisoned for a little over a year now and this was probably the second time she had seen such a beautiful moon. tonight, she could tell by the sound of the waves lapping up against the walls of the prison, that the moon was having its way with the sea. it was a calm night. it was a quiet night and lyla just couldn't take the silence.

without caring whether anyone could hear or if anyone would mind, she put those vocal chords of hers to work and sang softly. her voice was husky from such little use over the year, but the words were soft and clear. moon river, wider than a mile, she began, her fingers drumming a light tempo against the rock floor. i'm crossing you in style some day. oh, dream maker, you heart breaker, where ever you're going, i'm going your way. she paused to lick her lips. she listened closely for any sounds of protest, but heard nothing but a distant throat clearing. she opened her mouth and began again, still having a sort of staring contest with the moon. two drifters, off to see the world. there's such a lot of world to see. we're after the same rainbows end; waiting 'round the bend, my huckleberry friend. moon river and me. she scratched her finger nails against the granite floor, filing them down, in a similar echoing beat.

she closed her lids tight around her eye balls and took a deep breath, smelling the salt of the sea and the air of the night. she giggled, a rather girlish, mischievous giggle. anybody want an encore!? she hollered, positive that her echoing voice would wake up at least a few people in her cell block. no one should sleep through this beautiful night, and she would keep them awake.

[TRIX LYRIC HOLLOWAY]

ALL YOU'RE HEARIN' IS YOUR OWN DAMN
e-echo, e-e-echo; and i'm gone and you're all alone
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The wind was wheezing against the cracks in the wall, whisteling a tune that was all too familiar to the twenty year old locked away in her dank cell. Her hair was mangled about her face; pink, black, and brown meshed together in a messy knot tied to her skull, loose strands falling about her face everywhere. The clothing sagged about her body, though a few of her curves remained ever so slightly. Only a few more months and the once vivacious, cruel, and gifted woman would be one more nutcase notch in Azkaban's belt of destruction.

Pressing her face into the cool stone wall her eyes fell on the cracks nearest her, dirt covered fingernails crawling slowly up each crack as she studied the dirt and grime that resided there. Oh pretty little pesks, was the sky blue today? Oh pretty little pesks, will you lie with me tonight?

[/b] She cooed, a malicious grin on her face while her fingernails began scraping away the dirt and maggots that made their home in the stone. What was interesting about Trix, otherwise known as TL, was her mentality had always been this off the wall. Even before she'd entered Azkaban, a crime that she considered a cherished memory. A life altering moment. A sneer crawled onto TL's lips as she studied each maggot one by one, wriggling in her fingers for freedom before she snapped them in half with her sharpened fingernails. Being as bored as she in such a place, sharpening her nails had become quite the past time.

Silly little pesks. Can't never get away.[/b] And just as easily as she was speaking she stopped her, ears perking at the sound of yelling, singing, speaking; from other prisoners. Glancing towards the bars she considered whether or not she cared to listen to the insane banter between the prisoners she had never bothered to acquaint herself with. She scared people anyway, even the supposed Dark Lord had shuddered as she'd been led to her cell; go figure.

You two are loud. Loud, Loud, Loud. Where be ye. She spoke, knowing full well how to use proper speech anywhere. But did she particularly care? Not at all. TL had long since thrown caution to the wind, thrown away an semblence of dignity that she might have. There was nothing in her that wanted to be the proper miss she'd been told to be as a child; being doted upon for being a veela. That one trait, perhaps, being the only reason she was still radiant despite her location. Placing half the maggot she still grasped in her fingernails between her teeth she squelched it slowly, licking the remnants from her teeth and lips; she most certainly didnt' need Azkaban to tell her she was crazy.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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word count▪ four hundred and eighty five
tagged▪ lyla & eris
lyrics▪ echo - gorilla zoe
outfit▪ clicky
music▪ echo - gorilla zoe
notes▪[/sup][/font] crazeee

[DARALIS 'ERIS' AMMON]

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YOU SHOULD PROBABLY JUST SHOOT ME IN THE HEAD RIGHT NOW

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OTHERWISE, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU ,[/COLOR][/FONT]
I'M SICK, REALLY SICK.[/COLOR][/FONT]

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The scarred and broken palm of the girl opened slowly, the remnants of her fresh kill clinging to the once soft and flawless skin. For the first time in hours she had made a conscious movement and she was not about to stop now, once she was awake so to speak, she would remain that way. Reaching up with her other mud crusted hand she almost delicately plucked the remainder of the unfortunate arachnid from where it lay squashed against it's final sight. Already there was a giggle brewing inside her and it spewed fourth from her cracked lips with a ring to it that should not be natural. Maniacal laughter ripped from the mouth of the small blonde girl that sat in the corner of her small cell, and rang clearly down the corridor and the block, wakening the madness of others with much more force and fury than her singing could have ever mustered.

With no end to her incessant giggling she threw the body of the tiny insect across the brick room, watching as it flew through the tiny barred space that was supposed to be a window. From where she sat she imagined it's corpse flying steadily downwards until it was swallowed up eagerly by the roaring waves that crashed against her prison every day and every night. The giggling ceased abruptly once it was gone, like a child who had lost their play thing from their own actions and suddenly regretted it. For a moment a look of fury descended over her pretty features, warped with an insanity that could only be bred by years living in a cage, but it quickly passed, there would be no one to blame here, and self harm was not an attractive option, Eris loved to see, smell and taste the blood of others, but to spill her own precious life essence? That, was unforgivable.

As another voice echoed down into her cell, to bounce off the stoic walls that surrounded her, she froze for a moment, letting her mind process the thought pattern that would allow her to recognise such a person. Many of the people in this prison she had never had the pleasure of seeing, meeting or hearing, but there were a few that she had clapped eyes on. These were usually the poor sods that had been dragged, kicking and screaming for their freedom, begging that they be let go, past her cell. Many a night had she sat listening to the riots created by such people, for a single moment their energy spread like wildfire, igniting those around her and causing screams and cries that were enough to chase away the mind of any sane witch or wizard. It was for this reason then that she recognized the singer, though she had not given much of a show when she had been brought in.

Stealing my limelight Lyla darrling the lazy drawl almost mimicked the pattern of normal speech, though there was a dancing sing song tone that would never leave her threading through every syllable, Eris could, for the most part, act as if the thoughts swirling through her mind were not constantly of pain, death and violence, but the charade could never last too long.

As another voice cut through her once peaceful night, niggling for Eris's attention, she fixed a small pout onto her delicate features, her young age shining through not only her eyes but her every movement. After being sent here at such a youthful point in her life, many had pitied her, many had even tried to make her stay here better. It wasn't until one of those poor fools that had seen nothing but a pitiful fifteen year old girl, curled on the floor amongst the dirt of hundred of years had entered her little boudoir that they had discovered protection was one of the last things she needed. A lust filled smirk curled her lips at the memory, the feeling of the blood gushing over her already stained hands as her nails ripped through the life giving artery that was usually so safe behind the barrier of flesh in her victims neck. Such an act had assured her place on the ward she now dwelt upon, and every second of the agonizing pain she had seen flood the eyes of her victim had been worth it. Pricking her attention up once more she turned her head quickly towards the new speaker.

Curiosity killed the Trixibelle I hear my sweet a hidden threat came out as little more than a hiss as the air that formed her words were forced through her teeth at the unseen girl who had sought to push her way into her world.

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THREADING WITH LYLA & TRIXI & OPEN.
HOW MANY WORDS 787
YOU ARE WHERE AZKABAN.
LOOKING LIKE without the leggings and of course very dirty and battered with more than its fair share of rips.
POST STATUS FINISHED
LYRIC CREDIT GREELEY ESTATES.
TEMPLATE CREDIT LIZZ SAY WERD ?!
NOTES LALALALA[/CENTER]

[HEADMASTER PHEONIX JUDAI ROWAN]

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YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CANNOT HIDE

I AM COMING FOR YOU
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As Phoenix sat in his office at Hogwarts, reading over Rowena Ravenclaw's diary once more, he couldn't help but become ecstatic all over again from his discovery. He'd finally found the method he need to turn Hogwarts into the fortress he needed it to be in order for his plan to go ahead. He could raise all of it's defenses, making the stone that stood multiple stories above ground level stronger than any steel alloy muggles could forge. He could add curses that would physically stop any enemy of Rowan and his army in their tracks at the very doorstep of the castle if he so wished it. Apparitions that could guard the gate, traps for anyone that was clever enough to get past his defenses... He could even make the hallways open and change directions, making the entire castle a maze to any who opposed him. Now that he had the knowledge he needed, the world was his oyster.

There was only one problem. In order to begin these modifications, the diary said that Phoenix would need the help of three people. Three loyal, trustworthy people. The diary described the bond the four founders, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw herself, had all shared during the creation of the school. It was because of this bond between the four that the charms and curses laid upon the building at the start were still there to date, still as fresh and strong as the day they were cast. It then went on describe the charms needed to be cast by the three, while a fourth cast the target spells over the top. It seemed so simple, yet Rowan knew enough about ancient magic to know that out of everything it was more than likely the trust and loyalty between the four wands was what really made the whole thing come together.

Unfortunately, this left Phi with a dilemma. There were only a handful of people he knew that supported his cause, and considering they were mostly adults who had sworn allegiance for when the time came, he didn't trust them, let alone know of their loyalty. No, the only three he could think of were locked up in Azkaban, their minds slowly deteriorating from the continuous torturing of the Dementors. Lyla, Trix... And Eris, He thought, a slight curl at the corner of his lips at the three girls who had shown as much loyalty to not only his campaign, but Rowan himself also. In the beginning, it was only the four of them together, sneaking in the shadows, beginning their quest to wipe out the purebloods. However, it hastily became apparent that the only way anything would be done is if a mass slaughter took place.

Of course, they didn't have the manpower for such a barrage on an entire section of the wizarding community. However, Eris, being the faithful follower that she was, took the other two, and lead them to a Death Eater meeting, planning to wipe them all out there and then. The Death Eaters quickly overpowered them, finding the holes in their plan, or lack thereof. Yet, for some unknown reason, they didn't kill them. They were tortured for information and thrown into Azkaban for life by those in the Death Eaters that had the influence to do so.

Now was the time for action. Phoenix had waited long enough for this moment, and now that he was sure he had enough power and influence to keep his three beloved ladies out of the wizarding prison, he would go and get them himself. He just hoped that time hadn't caused too much of their former selves to disintegrate into nothingness. Of course, their minds wouldn't be the same right now, but he knew spells and psychological techniques to restore them to their former glory.

With his wand in hand, Phoenix stood from behind his desk, pointing the wood to the door, locking it from within so nobody could enter, and put the diary in his personal vault for safe keeping. Satisfied, he thought of his destination, and spun on the spot. As he expected, he felt resistance, almost like trying to fit between a door that was just slightly too closed for him to fit through. Azkaban, being the place where the wizarding communities most dangerous criminals resided until they were rotting in the ground, was strictly off limits. Spells were placed around the location, stopping anybody from entering or leaving by apparation, much like the grounds of Hogwarts. However, Phi didn't give up easily, and knowing the things he knew, he eventually made it past the barrier.

With a soft pop, Phoenix now gazed up at strangely shaped prison. For the first time ever in his trips to Azkaban, there was no rain. It gave the place an even creepier look to it. It was supposed to look dark and gloomy, but with the moon shining down upon it, it simply looked like an eery building erect from the ocean itself. Suddenly, an icy cold feeling fell upon his entire body, bringing up old emotions and memories that he had long since suppressed, meaning only one thing. The dementors knew he was here. The very same dementors that had once guarded him as a child. He could feel their anger and hatred for the fact that he actually managed to get away as a child. Whether it was through escape or release, it mattered not to these creatures, a missing prisoner was a missing prisoner, and as far as they were concerned, he now had to pay to price. "Not today," He muttered quietly to himself, thinking of the first time his bare feet touched the fresh earth outside the walls of Azkaban, feeling a warmth welling up from within. Expecto Patronum! He thought, raising his wand and watching as a blinding apparition protruded from the tip of his wand, taking the form of a huge bear.

Without a care in the world, Phoenix watched as his powerful patronous stormed off into the building, causing any dementors in it's path to flee from the very island they lived on. Of course, they'd be back soon, so he had to begin what he was here to do. He knew exactly where his three ladies would be, and with the image of that area in his mind, he turned on the spot, yet again apparating into an even more depressing location than outside. In here, the cheering of the lack of dementors was almost defeaning, but it didn't distract him. He began to walk from cell to cell, peering inside to see the occupants. Many of them were the purebloods he saw to destroy, and were it not for his lack of time he would've murdered them here and now in their weakened state, but luck was on their side as he was in the middle of a different mission.

The first one he found was Trix. She sat cross legged on the floor, her fingers in mouth as if she was in middle of a meal, but he knew there was no much edible within these walls. Without hesitation, he blasted open the door, walking inside and crouching by her. "Trix, it is I, Phoenix," He whispered in her ear, "Come now, we have much to continue." Taking her hand, he pulled her up and lead her out to the next cell, which fortunately enough, contained one Lyla. Repeating the same process, Phi entered the cell, taking her hand also. "Do not panic," He whispered in her ear, "All will be made right soon. That I promise." Now, with Trix and Lyla by his side, all he had left to do was find Eris.

Naturally, due to the lack of cheering coming from one cell at the end of the row, Phoenix made the assumption that the one he sought resided in that cell. It was ironic that she was in that one, as it just so happened to be the very cell he sat in as a child. No amount of suppressed memories would ever allow him to forget such a thing. With great joy, he blew the door to pieces, and entered, kneeling down by the fading image of his most trustworthy companion. "Dearest Eris, I have come for you," He whispered in her ear, draping her arm over his shoulders and lifting her, "Come my love, we must be away."

[DARALIS 'ERIS' AMMON]

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YOU SHOULD PROBABLY JUST SHOOT ME IN THE HEAD RIGHT NOW

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OTHERWISE, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU ,[/COLOR][/FONT]
I'M SICK, REALLY SICK.[/COLOR][/FONT]

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It hadn't originally registered with her that there was such a change in her surroundings. The sudden rise in temperature had barely been enough to touch her numb flesh and the negative emotions that had been drilled into her mind for over four years needed more than just the absence of dementors to make a difference. As she listened to the slow croon of her other cell mates, the interest that had been dangling by a thread snapped and she once again resumed her slow recital of the rhymes her Mother had sent her off to sleep with, before she was murdered.

With eyes large and solemn she tilted her head towards the bars, ears pricking at the alien noise that barreled down the block, a sudden assault on her senses that her mind registered should not be there. Peering through like a curious child she crept closer to the enhanced metal that kept her in such a place. Eris had heard such a noise only once before, years ago since that day, a day when a number of her fellow prisoners, though strangers to her, had broken out. It had been a valiant attempt at an escape, but foolish, she had watched with a mild interest from behind her walls as they were one by one sent plummeting into the unforgiving waters that had swollen up to greet them at the will of the aurors. Back then she had been able to spark an interest in outside events, but now little mattered to her except what happened inside that tiny prison she called home. Inside here she had made friends, enemies, staged wars and taken lives, all with the creatures that chose to cross that fateful line into the lair of Daralis Ammon.

It had been so long since she heard that name spoken out loud, even the guards had given up on addressing her so, almost three years ago, and Eris she had become forever, lovingly named after the Ancient Greek Goddess that had made such a mark on the world with her spiteful antics. Yes she had been fitting, the cause of the Trojan war had once terrified the masses so long ago, and the one christened Daralis would follow in her footsteps. Nursing a smile she swept her eyes from the corridor, no longer caring for the noises that were punctuating her every thought.

What she hadn't expected however and even in her current state she was shocked by such a thing, was the sudden blast of warm air that signaled magic, and the flying debris and chunks of stone and metal that meant her days in this place might soon be ended. Blinking childishly she turned her green eyes upon the man that stood now in the gloom, surrounded by clouds of dust. All she could muster in a way of reaction was a small choked noise, the cracking word a sign of such an unused logic. Pheonix? it was the shock that allowed herself to be lifted to her feet and her arm to be draped over the thin shoulders of the one man she thought she would never see step foot in such a place ever again.

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THREADING WITH ANYONE.
HOW MANY WORDS 767
YOU ARE WHERE AZKABAN.
LOOKING LIKE without the leggings and of course very dirty and battered with more than its fair share of rips.
POST STATUS FINISHED
LYRIC CREDIT GREELEY ESTATES.
TEMPLATE CREDIT LIZZ SAY WERD ?!
NOTES LALALALA[/CENTER]

[lyla]

lyla had felt a sweet satisfaction as other began to protest and complain. she even felt a warmth in the air, and she figured, perhaps, it was her rise in mood that had sent those guarding silhouette demons away. she was tired, though, and it took her several moments after she had sighed with relief and closed her heavy lids that she heard the heavy sound of some sort of explosion. some sort of wand fire. she sat up quickly and dragged her bare palms and knees across the floor of her cell, crawling for curiosity. as she made it near to her bars she instantly rolled away, falling onto her bum as phoenix rowan blew the barred door from its hinges. wow, she muttered, clearing her throat and taking his hand. lovely, she said, quick to keep up with phoenix and a fellow follower, trix.

they wouldn't have much time. she realized that. also, that just that simple happy moment had not been what had driven the dementors away. no, it had been their leader. she giggled as they practically ran down the dark corridor. she knew who they were headed for. daralis ammon. she was the closest thing she had ever witnessed to a loved one of phoenix. she nearly stumbled as they came to a stop and phoenix entered daralis' cell. she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, an excitement flooding through her. an excitement that she hadn't felt in a long time.

[TRIX LYRIC HOLLOWAY]

ALL YOU'RE HEARIN' IS YOUR OWN DAMN
e-echo, e-e-echo; and i'm gone and you're all alone
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Hearing Eris speak Trix brought a fingernail to her tongue, using the razor sharp edge of the nail to slice open the tip of her tongue, a sting that brought a smile to her lucious lips. Though she resided in a disgusting cell in Azkaban, her body covered in dirt and other filth, there was still a hint of beauty holding onto the insane woman. Bite yo tongue Ms. Eris. Before the spideys come to visit.

[/b] A laugh emanated past her lips, her eyes squeezing shut as she pictured, vividly, Eris's body becoming the home to thousands of spiders. Devouring her flesh, hair, but leaving her eyes ... Because Trix always wanted the eyes. For herself. Thinking on the bottles of eyes that she had waiting for her at her home Trix began creating another slice along her tongue, swallowing the blood, though a few droplets here and there trickled onto her lip.

Suddenly there was a change in the way the air felt. Her eyes shot open as she threw herself against the barred door. Something wicked this way comes m'dears. Something devilishly wicked this way comes. Spread your legs and prepare yourselves.[/b] Trix taunted, her voice loud before she tossed herself back into the center of her cell, wrapping herself within herself as she once again lost herself in disturbing fantasies. That is ... until she flitted her amazingly blue eyes towards the door that had once held her in. Now, before her stood none other than Phoenix, causing her stomach flip several times. The wicked is perfect. The good shall be damned.[/b] She whispered to herself as a smile crossed her lips. Phoenix helping her to her feet Trix felt herself become lost in his eyes, in the euphoria of the moment.

But then Eris flashed into her mind. They were to find her too as well right? For there just could not be a Trix without an Eris. A lifelong battle of hate and love, something that no one had ever understood for both were far too 'crazy' for anyone to try. Approaching her cell at the side of their lord Trix's eyes fell upon Eris for the first time in months. Together again, rivals and lovers again. Trix informed the girl before her. Another smile curving onto her lips while she sucked on her blood soaked tongue.
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word count▪ four hundred and eighty five
tagged▪ lyla & eris
lyrics▪ echo - gorilla zoe
outfit▪ clicky
music▪ echo - gorilla zoe
notes▪[/sup][/font] crazeee