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Divinity will stain you fingers and mouth like a pomegranate. It will swallow you whole and spit you out, wine-dark and wanting. You will reach for it again and again, greedy human fingers clutching at everything you can reach. The divine will curl its way through your veins and take you over, and it will not leave you quietly. I feel divinity in my bones like aching; like fire. noquietrevaloution ── tumblr.
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Swallow your heart, Circe Capulet.
That is what they told her.
Swallow it all, from your atrium to your ventricles, and become a void. Marry off and become unhappy, because your a dirty half-blood, and breeding out what's a part of you is the only way to fix this. Forget about your life. Let freedom slip from your fingers with a gruesome kiss as it rips the flesh and bone of all you could be and what you could've become.
Because you, Circe Capulet are a mistake.
Born out of secrets and hushed lips, and a mother who became what you should've been destined to become, with a step-father who sees you as a burden who because he never wanted to deal with you, he wanted your mother and you stayed nothing, invisible.
And that is all you will ever be, Circe Capulet.
That was also what they told her.
Circe Capulet believes her heart is bigger than her body, always making new blood as her heart fills with thanks to the little things that raised her when she realized her parents would never change, and Circe would always be their burden and chain. She loves as she is starved of it, always making some form of love to only be starved of it.
