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Today is the day she will die.
In the square, they prepare a hangman’s noose, and in the courtyard, they raise the gallows.
She waits, journal in hand, in the dark bowels of the dungeons.
It is cold, and she is ill and drawn from malnutrition and mistreatment. The tatters of her silky gown, kirtled around her waist, provide no comfort.
The grim is ever-present on her skin, and her stringy hair is hopelessly snarled in a rat’s nest behind her head, where she had once worn an elegant bun.
She’s doesn’t give a damn. &n
by ~onyxangel786
InfectionInfectionInfection
The night was a downhill spiral once Kenshin was gone. Kaoru dreamed a nightmare of darkness and twining feelers which held her fast in the throes of terror. She twisted her sheets into knots, violently thrashing onto the floor onto the crumpled mess of her blanket.
Vines of some vicious plant, thorny and painful, seemed to wrap around her, cutting deeply into her tender flesh and slicing into her hard bone. Beyond this pain was there was the alien sensation of her body morphing, changing, taking on a foreign shape. The touch of this bush causing her metamorphosis, made her squirm and convulse as though po
by ~onyxangel786
FeverFandom: RK Summary: (sequel to Ague)A ghostly force causes an unusual confrontation. Kisses are exchnaged, rather than stolen, and words rather than flowers express love.Fever
Fever
He walks through the Outer Garden again, looking for flowers. Today it is exactly one year from the night he first saw her. Kaoru.
He learned her name by accident. She still knows nothing. And yet she knows everything.
The paintings she has done in the past year prove that. She has painted his eyes, the Garden Gate, places in the forest where he grew up. Perhaps the most striking is a white flower on a green a
by ~onyxangel786
AgueFandom: RK Summary: (sequel to Delirium) They speak in a language of stolen kisses and hours, dreams, painting, and flowers.Ague
Ague
Kaoru sat quietly on her couch, in her little living room, a blank page of her sketchbook in front of her. She twirled the pencil between her fingers, not knowing what to draw.
Her mind was occupied with the conversation she’d had with Misao, her cousin, on the subject of the mysterious bouquet she’d found. The flowers really were beautiful, each in full bloom. It had been a week since she’d received them, and they were still bright as though freshly cut.
by ~onyxangel786
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