that moon has a name in the fires of a silver corpse
and only I seem afraid of a drop through a dark
She had always thought that she would be the one to change him. That she would find her way into his heart, transforming it and welding it into something resembling humanity. She thought that she could soften his edges, draw forth warmth from him, but instead—oh, instead—he has changed her. If he cannot love her as she is, then she will morph herself, shedding her skin and taking up a different mantle.
She will turn a blind eye to the monstrosities scattered at their feet.
She will hide their children away.
She will ignore the screams he draws from the throats of the innocent, the blood staining his mouth.
She will sacrifice her soul just so she never needs to know a world without him again.
So she gives herself into the ebb and flow of their love, knowing it is a twisted beast, knowing that it has been mangled beyond recognition but cradling it to her breast all the same. And if the galaxies in her eyes have to morph for it—if they have to splinter and grow, black holes consuming the peaceful light of them—then so be it. It is a price that she will pay hand over fist. It’s a price she will pay in her own blood.
“Okay,” she finally says in her silver bells voice, and the agreement tastes like the devil on her tongue, sin between her teeth. Perhaps this is the moment she recognizes him as the smoke curling up from her belly. Perhaps she recognizes the ash of her bones as they crumble, as the columns within her turn to dust.
She is no longer the starry-eyed daughter of Yael and Vanquish.
She is no longer the forgotten Deserts princess.
She is hellfire and star-smoke and she turns her muddy eyes to the edges of the meadow to where the small prey twitches its nose. There is part of her that squirms against the suggestion, but she looks to his shark eyes, and she knows she’s lost before it begins—and so she squashes those internal protests.
Instead, she gives herself into the hunger that she borrows from him.
She makes it quick, but it changes her all the same. The second that her hooves break its spine, the crack reverberates her, and she suppresses a shudder. She leans down and the blood of it smears across her nose.
When she glances up to find Kingslay, her stomach churns and solar flares light her eyes.
E T R O || how deep does the water go?
@[Kingslay]