darkness was like a plague to blood, it seeped and it sewed within the confines of one’s soul. elektra knew it well, and standing where she was, head tilted to the side in curiosity, she could feel it festering. like recognizes like, as always, and before she can react to it in kind the black sky within her beckons to where it’s as though the words seeping from her lips tease something inaudible in smog ————– but nothing was there. only her, this stranger, and the darkness settled between them.
❛ you believe it all, don’t you?? ❜
once, he could have said that belief was a two way street. he could have gone onto say it didn’t matter what someone believed. it was all about what is or what is not. though, things changed since then; belief became part of reality. the belief of a few or many could alter the world – so could a symbol – among other things. ❛ i know enough. ❜ what he truthfully believed was that she was a person – what was in her or even part of her didn’t matter. ❛ simply that. ❜
Hellfirebound 