Black Morass armageddon

she felt treasured, seen and captured. perhaps capture was too sharp of a word. it was a warm holding that she did not wish to break free from ever. not if there was always so much learning and growing.

her face cupped.

belonging given to her in such sweet tones.

i will stay. she whispered her devotion now. meant only for their ears, for the ears of the celestial mothers who surely heard all they said. after all it had surely been them that guided her down this path. my devotion will be shown in words and actions. i promise this to solentia, nyxara and you.