That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her.
No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
An excerpt from Robert Browning’s “Porphyria’s Lover”
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Goretober 2023: Bound ☀️🌕
Another collab with @hellscythearts <3 Our personal characters, Infinity and Dirge. This piece is more whump than overtly gory, but it was very fun to work on. The ribbons are in reference to a comic page she did of our characters a while back, and represent the strings of fate <:
an illustration to the story