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"

Threads [ Just Pull ]

Posted On: October 17 2023 Filed Under: poetry comments off 5

[ Lorian’s POV ]

you drip with my shadows
every crack filled; skin embraced by the hungry night
your heart and soul beat at unison
with the wild drum of my enchantment
deep into your bones
deep into your flesh
deeper into the marrow
to dissolve inside, sinking in your nerves
like a promise of rain after a long drought

do you feel me now?
bathed in darkness
I pull the shivering threads of light