Yama Yomi's Literatures

{ Writing / Art trade <3 <3 }

The smell only grew stronger.

They twisted around each other, world’s most morbid perfume, piercing through the back of her mouth. Yama scratched at her nose as if she could physically tear it away, and stumbled in the process. Once again, blood and roses, but also something else. The spirit rose up from her position, blaring alarms going off in her head. There was something else, something darker.