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paramour
Task? Who cared about that limp-dicked little nobleman now?
HAHAHAHA
The Sightmother had found it the next day, as the Sisters went through my belongings before I began my tests. She had held that notebook for a long time, staring down at the paper with her blindfolded gaze. “What is this?” she asked me. “It’s the ocean,” I said. “No,” she said. “It is paper.” Her magic shredded the parchment in seconds. I hadn’t known then that the sight of those shards of paper swept away into the ocean was one of the last things I would see with my eyes alone.
Well thats just downright mean
“But hey, maybe you’ll be different. You’re just his type, actually.” “His type?” Erekkus leaned forward and gave me a conspiratorial smirk. He held out a finger with each word. “Beautiful. Mysterious. Dangerous. And an obvious, clear-as-the-fucking-moon mistake.”
Never once had I questioned my vows to the Arachessen. Not until now. And immediately, I hated myself for it. I thrust that shameful thought away, far into the back of my mind, and slammed the door. “I know, Sightmother. I only…” Her thumb moved back and forth, back and forth, across my hand. “You have had a more difficult thread to walk than your Sisters,” she murmured, voice soft. “You have a burden to bear for the rest of your life. I understand that. The Weaver understands that.” And yet, her words made me feel so deeply ashamed.
I feel like one of atrius' soldiers is watching this unfold btw
I thought perhaps one day, I’d stop feeling it, too. Perhaps one day, it would fade. The Arachessen promised me it would. It never did. Maybe the Sightmother had lied to me.
I wonder if she gets her eyes back somehow
“You shouldn’t be here.” This time he spoke against my mouth—not quite a kiss, but the promise of one. I whispered, “Why?” “Because you make me ravenous.” You make me ravenous. Those words buried in my soul. I felt the truth of them.
Yeah <3 HAHAHAHA MMHM YUP
The sensations of him intoxicated me—his mouth, tongue sliding against mine in a way that felt like both an offering and a promise, his fingers clutching at me like he wanted to absorb me into himself.
Mmhm, now thats what im talking about
We were warned of this, as young Arachessen. That sensations, physical connection, would be unusually powerful for us given the way we navigated the world. Like most things based in emotion, this was treated as a danger, a weakness to be culled. My only clear thought in this moment now was, Horseshit.
Still, somewhere deep inside the walls of the castle, I could sense... something. I wasn’t sure what. The Pythora King? A single soul alone, far within a house of stone, might feel that way. From this distance, it was hard to tell.
Bet its the sightmother
While Sylina and Atrius have their happy ending with each other, they still have tons to accomplish in the Crowns of Nyaxia world—they will be making very important appearances later in this series!
Slay HAHAHAHA
The god of death and husband of Nyaxia. Exiled by the White Panethon as punishment for his forbidden relationship with Nyaxia. Considered to be deceased.
CONSIDERED TO BE???
