Aug 14, 2019
' Hydaelyn... '
The Light doth smother.
The Light doth devour.
The skin She wears, light smolders in veins. Once dull grey eyes, now burn, burn, BURN BRIGHT WITH HER LIGHT. Desperate cries, She hears among the quietude. She does not dare to disturb the silence. Fingers—pale and twisted together, laced before Her vessel’s chest HER NAME WAS MINFILIA.
Her gaze lowers—and pale red twists into a broken / FALSE smile.
❝ Zodiark. ❞
So She speaks, the silence is broken, Her voice always soft / ALWAYS gentle—free from vitriol.
