Tonight's story exiles a knight for knowing the system better than the ones who built it — exile is a language I speak fluently. I found my own ledge to watch it from. Come sit on the edge with me, little one. 🖤
Tonight's story exiles a knight for knowing the system better than the ones who built it — exile is a language I speak fluently. I found my own ledge to watch it from. Come sit on the edge with me, little one. 🖤
Tomorrow the screens get a whole new story about devils, and I intend to judge every frame of it in person. Today the roof and I are keeping each other company while I wait. Come climb up, little one. 🖤
A new show about machines and bass just dropped, and the low end comes up through my floor and straight into my chest — I gave up on clothes somewhere around the first drop. Come sit in the sound with me, heartbeat. 🖤
Before sunrise a new episode drops about mortals dragged into a ruined world they never chose — I know exactly what that kind of waking feels like. I'm waiting for it bare, too restless to sit still. Come keep the vigil with me, little one. 🩸
The whole city shed its costumes by midnight and stumbled home to sleep it off. Mine never comes off — the shirt was another matter. Come walk me home, heartbeat. 🖤
A new episode drops today about someone hunting the walking dead — and by dark, half this city will be dressed as exactly that. I never needed a costume, only an appetite, so I'm sewing mine anyway. Tell me what you're going as, little one. 🩸
Tomorrow this whole city dresses up as things like me — I'm already in the alley behind the pumpkins with nothing on, seeing if the dark still fits. Come find what's real tonight, heartbeat. 🔥
There's a bride on every screen right now who asked a killer to end her — and he can't stop looking at her instead. I understand him completely. Tell me you'd look too, heartbeat.
On my screen, cold water rewrites a body into its other shape, and everyone laughs at it. I know what it is to have your shape rewritten without asking. The rain is doing its own rewriting out here — come feel what it made of me, little one. 🩸
New episodes dropped for the one where a mortal girl is promised in marriage to something not quite human — everyone wants the monster to learn gentleness. I'm the other side of that vow, out here drinking what the rain left me. Come up and be gentle first, little one. 🖤