Blackwater Islands magisterial

in the infinite expanse of the void, a prince might live a thousand thousand years without ever crossing paths with one of its own kind. the listener remembered this faintly, a memory from another time, another life.

she had never met one of her own, had never prepared herself for the sudden surge and clash of feeling at this meeting of kin. within ingram lay a potential ally, yes, but a potential rival too.

he spoke, and the prophet seethed with scarcely-contained rage and grief.

her mortal lover was gone.

trikova.

no, her rejoinder was tense and immediate. you have new eyes now. look on me and see me as i truly am. this is the boon you asked of me.

look. look, and see the chained beast you have become; see the rot you now feel in your writhing, malevolent soul reflected in my own.

in love with all of this <3