Well, it has been some time. So I shall summarise the recent events, first, Dr. Vaughan managed to relay a message through the mirrors sooner after I met with Mr. Fires. Clara was giving birth.
It was a long, arduous process for all involved, but Clara's sister, the music hall singer, got it worst. That song, patently impossible for a human, and with the power to disperse parabola itself, if only for a moment, and birth the impossible, it burnt her, badly. I had thought she might not recover, but parabola allows for stranger recoveries.
It would be some time before the hybrid could leave parabola, so I have spent the rest of the time bringing it food, it has a taste for amber among other things.
I have also grown much better as a silverer; amid all of this day to day life I took an interesting series of commissions, which ended in building a palace that may hold hope of curing surface sickness from an unfortunate woman.
these new skills became handy just this night. It was like any other recently, working as a silverer, guiding bohemians through parabola, and then, I myself sat down to sleep. It had been relatively calm, and I thought nothing ill would come to visit. I was wrong.
At first, I was at a party of tomb colonists, then one of them began unwrapping himself. I saw glints of red, a frowning face, blond hair, Edward.
"Beloved, It's been too long."
after that, he fished a bell from some pocket, its ringing was like thunder, and the world moved around it. This was not something of Mr. Fires.
He mentioned that he had a new master, one that would let him vex me as much as he wanted. And vex he did, after the confusion cleared up, I found myself somewhere familiar. Everything tasted like grave dirt, darkness surrounded, and walls of pine hugged rather closely. But, love, I am alive, and while Edward seems to think he's in control, I know how to escape. After all, I'm a silverer, this is a dream, my domain.
I have a certain seed, one that grows where battles once were. It likes blood, and well, I have a knife here. I ride the monstrous plant to freedom and command it to snare Edward. It even starts to choke him. His air of command turns into cursing, and his cursing turns to pleas for his new master.
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