The heads were all around her. She touched one, curious, wondering if it was real. Her fingertips brushed a massive jaw. It felt real enough. The bone was smooth beneath her hand, cold and hard to the touch. She ran her fingers down a tooth, black and sharp, a dagger made of darkness. It made her shiver.

"We don’t need to be friends. We’re family."

Stoker (2013) for ashleybensons

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Joao Ruas

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I smile, and I smile, and I smile.

"Maybe this time, maybe this time I’ll win"

Something really weird just happened at the train station.
I saw a girl kill herself.

"If your hand is still there in one microt, I’ll snap it off and use it as a good luck charm"  Chiana, Farscape

alone with my enemy
we share a bitter cup of poisoning