i want raphtav to be sorta dracula like i have crossed oceans of time to find you style like i’ve lived so long that your soul has come back into this world many times over while i have barely aged and i find you and i love you in every lifetime. you don’t know me but i know you and i already love you, and i’ve already loved you for so long. you look different but your eyes are the same. this time you are bhaals chosen, but i have lived longer than bhaal, and you have always been my chosen. what manner of place is this? different you may be, but i have seen an unfathomable amount of people in the vast tapestry of my lifetime, and through them all, i could pick you out blindfolded. bhaals chosen? you could be a wolf, a dragon, a reed in the river, and i would know you. i know you’ll get me the crown because i know you, because i’ve always known you, and you’ve always known me. what’s better than a devil you don’t know? what’s better than a devil who longer has to exist in the space between the last you and you, now, here? a devil who mourns you, a devil who has watched you die more times than he could admit? a devil who has a room full of wedding portraits, a hundred different brides and all of them you? a devil who watches the time pass without you, slow as grass and cruel? what’s better than a devil you don’t recognize by soul alone, no matter who you are now, here? a devil you do.