dream

Awake. In the sanguine halflight, the cloying heat. Illumination cuts through only where it grows to a fever pitch, and the earth itself boils. Her own glow long since loured, something inexorably wrong seeping into the tone at the edges, a sickly corruption eating away at her body and mind...

Fen’nan stared at the Modern Altalar that was written across the pages, slumped down in her chair, elbow propped on the desk as she rested her head in her hand, tired blue-green eyes glaring at the texts. Pages illuminated alone by the faint, dim candle that blazed in the corner of her desk in...

Sorry. It was a word people expected her to say. A lot. ‘Apologize, Fen’nan. Don’t be disrespectful, Fen’nan.’ They told her these things, over and over again as if some day she might magically change. Like she might wake up one day and decide to be a different person. Friggin boom! Magic shite...

(Written by: @Feyona ) It was the little things that tended to set off the little reactions; the touch of the hand on a shoulder, or the scent of the cake she’d brought home with the intention of giving it to her lover the next day. Dahae had been over thinking things for the last few hours...