sarcasiisms:

🔪 //oh no

nxkwelen-deactivated20150811:

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Send me “🔪” For my muses reaction to yours stabbing them in the chest.

she wanted him too,
she didn’t want to live like she was,
diseased
uncomfortable
the thing they once used against the enemy
now used on her.
it was an accident, the weapon they used,
against murphy’s people, it was released.
the whole village contracted it, more 
dying 
and 
dying 
each day.

the skaikru, they helped..and didn’t catch it..
maybe because they had once
carried this plague.
But now, she was dying, with no cure
and she didn’t want to lose to it.
she wanted to choose when she died.
not the infection.

So she asked the only person, she believed would help.
Murphy.

As the knife slid into her chest, she became numb
she thought it would hurt, but
it gave her release, of the pain of the disease.
she smiled, up at the male,
the crimson around her mouth, match
that of her hair. 
                    “ thank..you...” 
everything was fuzzy.
then

nothing.