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"
Music of the Night

[ dark fae love poetry ]

you threads are trembling
with music of the otherworld
played with eager fingers on your tendons
sending shivering notes inside your soul

your mind is swallowed
by the song of the deepest midnight
chanted by hungry lips
filling you up with delicious gleam

your heart beats frantically
with the sound of the pounding drums
pulsing in you flesh with heavy throbs

I heard you loved the music of the night
let it ring in your vertebrae
with shadows and thirsty gloom