Blackwater Islands our love is like water

speaker.

an ear turns to the listener. the task given to her was kept locked within her mind. kept safe for whenever her time comes.

right now, however, is a time meant shared between them all.

druids.
the listener’s voice reverberates through the cave. down its halls. out into the world — their world — to meet the thunderous skies.

acolytes.
she watched them all step forth one by one. she watched each of them pluck the fruit from the alter. and only after being certain each and every one of them swallowed their share, fulfilled the roles laid out for them, did she take one for herself.

morgana returned to her place next to the listener. melena. her dear melena. brought to her in her past life. just a baby she was then.
now she was a prophet. a true leader. listener of the daedra.

not daedra. morgana inhaled sharply. only one god. the unnamed god. and they demanded blood.

she released her held, quivering breath. her eyes met the listener as she did so, and she stepped forward to join their song.

listener, speaker, keeper. their voices filled the room. morgana could feel the powerful hum coursing through her bones, her chest, out her mouth. she sung louder. tilted her head back further until she felt it may fall from her shoulders.

she felt the song. she smelt blood. blood! it’s endless. she sees the deep crimson and black without looking. the golden woman’s snarls and clashing teeth vibrate through her skull.

the listener, a sharp pulsating blot in her eye, calls for the song to end. their jaws are closed, but noise still flows through ears as she stares down at the sea of red. at bridget’s bloody maw. at rasha’s opened flesh.

she rose, the stormborn, from the dead it felt. though torn and draining of life, she obeyed the listener. she ran out the chamber. to the god.

such a devoted woman. the thought was dull within the back of morgana’s roaring mind. witnessing it gave her gave her a rush. desperation to please this god gripped her heart. morgana was the first to follow the listener.

her wide, dark pupils were fixed upon the red that stained the earth they ran upon. only rising as rasha flung herself from the cliff. the listener followed her.

her heart thrummed in her chest.

rasha. listener. melena.
dear melena. so devout to the god.
she wished to be like them. so devout.
praised by god.

speaker. the voice of her dreamwalker, her child, rang in her ears.

i must. i must r-return. chambers.

she stumbled back along the bloody path.

last post for me <3