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"
Sweet One

dedicated to one and only Mina :>

 

 

sing us a song, sweet one
[ so we lead you into the night, filled with bloodied fingers and eyes like stars
bathed in half truths and warm lights ]

sing us a melody, sweet one
[ spellbind us with your dance, capture us with your resplendant youth ]

touch our soul, sweet one
[ let us deceive you, a beautiful madness hidden behind a blooming rose
enchanted into moss and leaves – hungry faces gaze from each mirror ]

fill us with a smile, sweet one
[ stolen from your lifeline – your heart beating in a rhythm of our delicious horrors ]

love us
admire us
as we worthy of your heart and soul
[ turned into fairydust, shattered glass of your broken dreams ]