Cerulean Cape godly ichor

anathema joins saint.

and darkheart swells with affection; with love even if it is a dark and obsessive thing.

their sisters and brother were fragments of the saint themself. a spliced piece of a greater whole.

and yet, their heart still aches for accipitra, harboring a flame of hope that she, too, would join them.

there is no thought of foolishness, no thought spared to the fact that they were young and vulnerable. they were together and saint wholly believed the darkness would protect them; that the whispers like a lighthouses' glow guiding them safely to harbor would not fail them.

do you hear it too, sister? asks saint between puffs of breath; determined not to lose their stride lest any of the adults of sweetharbor were following. they believe distance will be enough. do you hear the whispers? free to talk openly of such things outside the thumb of a lighttouched god that saint could not believe in.