The Wall you should have forgotten my name the day you heard it

all welcome to this mess but! squawks 4 @Aningan

This was delicious;
the taste of her own heart was delectable.

It is with parted lips and sweet sighs that she holds herself o'er the heights;
but there is no fear in the doling out of these euphoric eccentrics; not when, for only a few heartbeats, she had held part of an empire in her very fangs; had laved taunts and tongue over it, considered it, and promptly turned from it for she found it wanting and it was not enough for her in both the Lair and eves past. No more would she be pitied by all that she could not hold;
no more would she be defined by those she could not ever be promised to  —  and yet this day she was of a halfwoken mind that is bleak and bleary and does away the dead thing in her breast with smiles too full of teeth and a throat that has caught the chords in myriad and changeling pitch since;
pearlmade claws scythe devious upon crag as Andraste wavers upon stone's edge, fevered and faraway;
and it is only the incense of another so near that draws her from the madness of these flirtations with that dark harvester.

She has dined so much with death;
for the danger was ever so divine.