Gothikana

by RuNyx

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. —Edgar Allan Poe, letter to G. W. Eveleth

Corvina clicked her tongue. “I had better hopes for you than to fall for stereotypes, because going by them, you’d be nothing but a stupid blond bimbo.”

PERIODT

“Even your demons must sing.” His eyes opened at that. “And what do your demons do, little crow?” She looked away. “Scream.”

“Your universe made you for me, didn’t it?”

He had loved his melancholy until she had touched him with her magic

the way she accepted his dark parts and filled them with her stars,

And now he couldn’t imagine going back to the melancholy again, to being an endless night without stars,

Some battles, his soft little crow had to fight for herself while he just sat by her side, letting her know she was never going to be alone again.

She was his, for now and for life, and if there was an afterlife, then maybe in that, too.

“You’ll leave me when the roots of the roses on your grave…” “Leave the roots of the roses on yours,”