tender darling tanjee

true title: the mysterious parlors of mr dark #4


.....his breath smelled like candies, licorice whips and sugared vines...and his voice seemed multiplied by nine and slithering soft within her head. the first lesson of the dance, he spoke, is to peel off the unreal flesh. push past vast illusion, he crooned, teach you what it is to truly feel, my tender darling, to baptize your true skin.....

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artist note: since i just had minor surgery, i'm gonna say thanks now..to all those who will comment. i'm getting a lot of feedback from this series and i have an unnatural number of picks to upload for this unfolding story. i'm too drugged up and dazed to reply to everyone individually, so bare with me. when i'm more in a sober state, my usual replies will come. anyhoo,
thanks..