[AN:] Been a while since I've done a 100 word drabble.
(And, yes, the title is a pun on my username, as the drabble's about light. I used to have a profile picture of Rose being strangled by the darkness, which actually was one of the two things that inspired my username. I put this picture on this fic lol.)
It swallowed her deeply.
The second she found out about her mother's assassination, she spurred out of control.
She tried to escape capitulation, but the grey and black lashes of hopelessness wrapped their sweetly sinister appendages around her, squeezing her, absorbing her.
The luminous flare that once shimmered from her embodiment curved into a monster that bleeds pain and somber tones of life.
She was no longer an augur of a refulgence but a marionette for the darkness, and like a doll should, she will swing her vengeance-fueled needles for the benefit of her puppet-master—her agony and sorrow.