s*x in death
Cynthia Jane the perfume burned his eyesi can't sleep until i feel your touchwhen his perfect mask shattered, i awokedrop dead juliet monologue
A human hand, bleeding and scorched, reaching through the darkness.
"Elowen! Take my hand!"
"Julian?" I gasped, my vision swimming.
"He’s here?" The Original hissed, her face contorting in rage. "A human entered the Between? Impossible!"
"He’s not just a human," I said, a smile breaking through my tears. "He’s my Shield."
I didn't reach for my power. I reached for the hand.
The moment our fingers touched, the void didn't just shake—it shattered. The silver fire from Julian’s soul collided with the violet darkness of the Original, creating a white-hot nova that erased the throne, the shadows, and the Original herself.