A. Moon
A. is 21 years old.
She is a member of tsar bomba.
A. is located in London at Hampstead Heath.
A. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to pick flowers in order to get ahead professionally.
i'm in love with a zombie boy,
but his heart is so cold
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for once, clouds weren't blanketing the sky on the night before the new year. it was just acantha, the stars, and the moon on that night.
this mansion felt suffocating in its hugeness, but it was nothing that a few drinks couldn't take care of... right? the loneliness had settled in long ago when she had become aware of the fact that that was just the way things were meant to be. there was no point in dwelling on it too much when she many, many other things to focus on.
the past year had been... traumatizing.
still no justice for her fathers. the lives she had taken of the men who had pledged no loyalty to her had felt almost meaningless. she was numb and it was difficult to really care all that much. an eye for an eye didn't feel as good as she thought that it would. she'd taken more than just an eye from the men who had assaulted her.
the violence they had acted upon her mind and her body was not quite equal to the response she had given them with her knife and her gun. their blood should have been enough of a price, really, but was it?
acantha sat on one of the lower roofs of the mansion, underneath the night sky.
it was freezing cold outside and she had wrapped herself around an old blanket that she had often shared with her twin sister.
airi would have been terrified of acantha at this point. airi probably would have seen her as a monster and nothing more. she knew her sister had been jealous of her easy confidence. but her sister had died for her shyness and inability to protect herself. she had learned the hard way not to believe acantha could protect her.
a low sigh came from her, her warm breath mingling with the cold air in a foggy puff.
she shifted a little bit, pulling one of the sparklers out from the box.
furrowing her brows, she lit the end and held it away from herself just a little bit as it began to spark. a new year.
the sparks danced in front of her dark eyes. she smirked. cheers.
Posted 9/12/2025, 8:00 PM
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