she was hugging a tombstone, her tombstone.

consume me, heavenly. persue me, delicately. i crave you, passion. why don't you crave me? is this a curse, a never ending cycle of me lying in wait. waiting to fight for it? well, i'm willing to wait for it, even if it kills me. an angels epiphany.

the angel's crest.
klaus mikaelson ╱ fem oc.
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