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written by levi!

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indef. semi-hiatus due to school.

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     blood paints porcelain, a severe contrast between hues; & the gloves upon healing hands peel off with a sickening sound. they thud into the bio-hazard container ( the voice of death rings beneath ) & lips part, timbre a chorus of sorrow & fatigue. crowned with blossoms & the world’s chosen valkyrie, the weight of existence falls upon weary shoulders. 

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     palms withdraw to slip through amaranth wisps, binding locks with the swift flick of a wrist. another day, another wound, another life. twas taking its toll on the medic, the crestfallen faces & pained moans that befell them – she had realized long ago that not all can be saved. 

& o, you poor child. cheeks are stained with translucent tears, eyne holding a view most sorrowful; tender touch becoming frozen over time & numbing to the pain. if only one could rescue you from your own guilt, your own reflections.

     booted feet carry her away, an attempt to liberate herself from the imprisonment of death-afflicted rooms. a life lost & another scar upon beating heart gained. visage is apathetic ( but dolor runs true in her veins ); she’s seen this too many times. she’s seen the terror lurking beneath their skin & the shaking of their hands as they grip appendages rigid with adrenaline ( i must save them, i must save them, i must )

     wooden door shuts with a click, & she sinks into the chair behind her desk. pages upon pages of reports blur together as finally, finally the tears fall; blossoming against ruddy flesh like diamonds. chest tightens, fists clench – her skin feels like it is on fire, an inferno ripping through her body & clawing at her throat; rendering her speechless save for the muted sobs that find their way onto the front lines. rapping upon the door is subdued beneath the force of silenced sorrow, & so she does not cease crying whence they enter ( she does not even recognize their presence at all, until words are spoken that are enough to make rose cranium snap up immediately ).

                   ❛   i – s-sorry, ne ..   

     expression is brisk to change into one that is amiable, twin folds immediately slipping into a smile ( done so as if it was nothing ). all previous engagements are forgotten as wide emeralds peer upon another.

                   ❛   what is it that you need?   

L E V I