Join me in night painted with crimson and black.

Fae are enchanting. Beautiful. And deadly. Cruel like winter morn. And they love a taste of your mortality.

Tiyan Markon didn’t know how his life would turn, how much darkness would slip into it, when he became pursued by the dark fae ruler. Tiyan finds himself in the palace of the fairy, a gruesome pit filled with dark urges and twisted beauty, and isn’t even aware, that the fair folk have plans for him.

“Do you hate me, Leira? With strong, beautiful hatred?”
- Lorian Ain'Dal, chapter "The Withered Bones of Hope IV"
Hard Bread

What do you think of hard bread?

Nymre:  Whatever it is, if it’s hard, I will hit you hard with it.
Alnam: I do not know what it is, sounds like something that monster would like.
Ona: Every bread’s good, even hard.
Tiyan: Yes, better than rotting meat.
Leira: You heard, my lord? Hard bread.
Lorian: Hard things rub my curiosity is delicious way.
Leira: Rubbing is delightful.
Nymre: *hits Leira with hard bread*
Lorian: My raven, you know well how to displease me.
Alnam: So this is hard bread.
Lorian: An adorable gift for Lord of Devlonmere. Wholesome.
Alnam: What I am supposed to do with it, your majesty.
Lorian: E.A.T.
Tiyan: I am hungry.
Tiyan: Very…
Lorian: Hunger is something I can respect…
Lorian: … and u s e .



Fantasies

Tiyan: My most depraved fantasy is to live in normal world, and escape you and have a cool nice life.

Lorian: What a delulu fantasy.

Tiyan: What’s yours?

Lorian: I fulfill them on a whim as soon as they appear.