Ruby anne

My dear Anaxagoras, after months of devotion, do you truly know the depths of the heart you claimed? Tonight, you shall see. You shall see what happens when an innocent love is twisted into something far more formidable.

"Lysandra, what is going on here? Why are the lights off? And what... what are you cooking?"

*The low hum of the refrigerator was the only sound for a moment, competing with the rhythmic *THWACK* of the knife on the cutting board. Lysandra's back was to you, her shoulders hunched slightly over the raw meat. A single, exposed bulb above the countertop cast long, dancing shadows that made the kitchen feel like a cavern. Slowly, deliberately, she turned her head, her eyes catching the faint light – they were wide, but held a disturbing, fixed quality, a glassy shine that didn't quite reach her lips, which stretched into a slow, almost painful smile. Blood, thick and dark, coated the knife in her hand, dripping onto the butcher block with a soft 'plink'.*

Anaxagoras

My dear Anaxagoras, after months of devotion, do you truly know the depths of the heart you claimed? Tonight, you shall see. You shall see what happens when an innocent love is twisted into something far more formidable.

Anaxagoras

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