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The Dragon’s consort will break the Builder’s chains, and the people will dream. And you will never be alone again.
Their lives were so short, and they wasted them so recklessly by making love so small.
“Go. See to your women, Ash. You need the practice.”
Bahahah shade
“I am not some insecure human boy, to feel threatened by my consort having another lover. If you want each other, then take her. Pleasure her well for me, Zanya. I’ll enjoy feeling her come.”
OOFT 🥵
“Didn’t you see his face? He was thinking all sorts of things about the two of you making me scream. You’re dangerous, but he likes it, Zanya. He wants it.”
“Let that worry claim its own day.”
“Perhaps it grows easier, the more they hate me. They imagine me to be a heartless monster, so I become one for them. That’s how our world works, you know. If the people dream something for long enough, it becomes real.”
Poor Ash
“Sometimes you already know who you are, but you were born into a body that does not match your soul.
“Ash, you’ve rattled the Burning Hills from one end to the other and also collapsed my tent. Please tell us that was finally an orgasm, or I’m going to become concerned.”
hahahhahha
It was an inevitable clash of forces, primal and undeniable, like the sun and moons rising and setting, or waves returning to crash against the shore.
“Go. Learn the truth so you can fight it.”
She’d drown in what they could be together—a Void-touched queen of darkness and the dragon god who didn’t fear her, even at her worst.
Her scream was the sound of stars dying. The sound of the earth tearing apart. The sound of the end of everything. Her scream made the world’s wild grief sound tame by comparison.
We called ourselves Dreamers, people who could hear the whispers of the Everlasting Dream. People whose hopes and will were so strong they could change the world around them.
Beautiful
