In her grief she wore white. Some traditions you never could get away
from, especially those with roots buried deep in the heart that no
longer beat inside her chest. Seven years. Seven years had passed.
From the elusive stranger hanging upside down in a bus station, to
friend, to sister. Bonds stronger than familial ties wove them
together. Through love, madness, loss and more; this connection
endured. The ever changing constant. Dawning realisation scythed
through the thick fog of the former empath's mind. The Gordian knot
cut by death. Grief flowed through her veins, turning red eyes and
black hair to white. In the night the candles burned, and blood rained
down...Just a quickie today - Items shown are from Earthstones (Pentacle Locket), Magika (Hair) and Stone Misery (Witches Altar), REPULSE (Eyes) +REDRUM+(Blood)
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