#thorns
I’m not feeling how this one is turning out so I’ll probably try again from scratch.
How it goes sometimes.
OH my GoD, I just finished reading Rosen Blood and I’m already in love.
“You’re so beautiful,” says Whumper, playing with Whumpee’s tangled hair. “Like a little, broken angel. Did you know you’re the most beautiful thing I own? Look at those patterns your blood made all over your skin, you look like a piece of art. My own, little masterpiece. That beauty deserves everything… You know what, wait a second”.
Whumper disappears for a few minutes. When they come back their hands aren’t empty. Whumpee makes a quiet whine and pulls the ropes but they are too weak to even fight. Whumper approaches them and puts a finger on their lips. “Shhh,” they say, “You’ll look so amazing, like lying among the flowers”.
Whumper ties Whumpee’s hands and feet with a long, thick stem of roses. Whumpee screams when thorns cut into their bruised skin. Whumper tightly coils the stems around their arms, legs, stomach and chest and Whumpee starts to cry again. Heavy scent of roses fills the room, when Whumper takes a step back and with the tearful, delighted eyes admires their shaking, bloody angel. They can’t stop saying “so beautiful, you’re so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful…”.
Sketch while listening to A Memory of Europe