Ipael

alabaster dragon grows out of the stones of the walls when you're not around

roses and vines pierce her flesh and are her mane, no thorns pruned, never thorns pruned

thick syrupy golden strangehoney flows from her wounds

hello. welcome. drink.

nightside, she is a blinded horror

nightside she is an innocent young girl who you can do anyt h i nn ggg to

dayside she is the sweetest nicest-- until she's not

"which way i fly am Strange; myself am Strange"