Black Morass xo tatted all over

reverend mother collected enough that she needed from envy— a brimming starlight of harvested malice that would serve her well. for them all, a poisons master is what she sought most.

a woman's vice is poisons, afterall, her brutal husband can sow the blood.

a glance at her scarred hips. she grimaces, thinking of how ugly she'd become, yet her gladiator chose her all the same.

if it was not love, it was strategy.

ione said nothing as envy disappeared, quietly returning to her shrines to pay her respects.