Of beginnings and endings in Venleaux Villa
Sobbing mixed fluidly throughout, tying them all together in some strange, macabre symphony. it tugged at my ears and my heartstrings like a harps sharpest, deepest notes, pulling me forward and wounding me with every step.
A Taste of Her Own Medicine
The macabre events of the last few days (especially poor joshew's passing) had finally caught up with her mind, arresting her slumber more so than before. unlike her previous late-night medical affairs, dr.
Vulpyre Tales Prologue
However, the hooded man was not the only intruder to the kitesun residence that night, as he was accompanied by a young, white-furred felin lady in an elegant, dark purple dress and carrying a tall, ornate, macabre scythe.
Stasis: Ch 1 (Hollow Knight Fanfic)
The king had arranged for an afterparty in the ballroom, which herrah found to be a little macabre. the king's court and all other guests were celebrating the deaths of three people, and not in a funereal way.
The Pits: Part One
A series of large metal arms extended up around the man, each one covered in an array of macabre instruments. blades, needles, tubes, lights and other, stranger devices that the man did not want to recognise.
Gravity
A/n: very much so inspired by the a perfect circle song of the same name and my own sense of the macabre. read while you listen to it. i listened to it when i wrote it. thinking about this has been keeping me from other things. i ramble.
The Demon's Labyrinth: Part 1
The Demon's Labyrinth Laying on her back with only a patch of straw to call a bed, Allison stared up into the darkness, the brick ceiling or her prison cell blocking and hopes of seeing the night sky. Though only a few nights back she had had a bed...
Mr. Snack
The dragons bones lay atop these, a fresh addition to the dragons most macabre spoils, though soon to be forgotten about like the rest of his meals...
Cassandra
She apologized as she tried not to chuckle at her macabre reference. she genuinely found it funny, but her visitor might not have found it in good taste. he sat quietly for a moment, yet.
Indomitable Book 1: Warm Welcome-Twelfth of Revival
I wake up screaming, my own screams joining the chorus of the other eleven victims. My head feels like it's been punctured which only fuels my howling. The only thing that silences the wailing damned is the need to breathe. My lungs eventually give out...
Atando Cabos (Connecting the Dots)
Visiting his late mother. his name stuck in that place and her perfume was the wind blowing in the trees because that wanted her, wanted her with his presence as the sky turned gray, the clouds fall away and there was only silence, a silence he repeated macabre
The Ritual
That you would hear in church_ _but gods, this is no church, all dressed_ _in black with clawlike spires grasping the sky_ _and it is of stone - cold, unfeeling stone -_ _such as that to which i feel bound in my heart_ _i enter the grandest, most macabre