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"
My Lord, My Lady

my lady is filled with tempting stars
I follow them blind and eager
her charm swirls in me – a thick yarn
in which I lose my path, beguiled
threading the woods into her sweetest trap

my lord is filled with vicious gleam
I follow it craving and open
for his shadows to crawl under my heated skin
and drink from my heart – a bleeding treat

my lady is made of gossamer and raven feathers
my lord created from night and darkness
my queen loves me buried in her pulsing aura
my king likes me spread on the bed of moss

my lord
my lady
two black moons
two suns in eclipse

two souls drifting in the endless sea
of cruel needs and thirsty longing

 

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