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Alice Gehabich & Masquerade
Bakugan Battle Brawlers

And each odd morning when Alice woke up, there would be blooming bruises and cuts on her skin and for the life of her she couldn’t remember where she’d gotten them.
It was okay though, they were little and she was used to being clumsy and rarely notice this sort of things when they happened.
It kept happening. It got worse.
She’d woke up in pain and her body would ache and it seemed that no matter how much she’d slept she never got enough rest. She was tired and confused all the time.
It’d been him all along… her. It was his fault, everything that had happened to her that she couldn’t explain; scraped hands and knees, an ugly purple bruise on her left shoulder blade and the never ending tiredness inside her very bones.
Masquerade.
“I’m sorry.” He’d say when it was all over, they won the war. And she’d accepted because no one understood what it was like but her own perpetrator.
How could it be posible for him to be hugging her when they were one and the same? Did it even matter?
She buried her head in his shoulder and sighed.

I’m drawing Bakugan. AgAiN. I love them, my beautiful fucked up children <3

-Abril-

Description

Alice Gehabich & Masquerade
Bakugan Battle Brawlers

And each odd morning when Alice woke up, there would be blooming bruises and cuts on her skin and for the life of her she couldn’t remember where she’d gotten them.
It was okay though, they were little and she was used to being clumsy and rarely notice this sort of things when they happened.
It kept happening. It got worse.
She’d woke up in pain and her body would ache and it seemed that no matter how much she’d slept she never got enough rest. She was tired and confused all the time.
It’d been him all along… her. It was his fault, everything that had happened to her that she couldn’t explain; scraped hands and knees, an ugly purple bruise on her left shoulder blade and the never ending tiredness inside her very bones.
Masquerade.
“I’m sorry.” He’d say when it was all over, they won the war. And she’d accepted because no one understood what it was like but her own perpetrator.
How could it be posible for him to be hugging her when they were one and the same? Did it even matter?
She buried her head in his shoulder and sighed.

I’m drawing Bakugan. AgAiN. I love them, my beautiful fucked up children <3

-Abril-