#darcendia

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𝕴𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖆 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖆 & 𝖛𝖔𝖓 𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖚𝖘 Now take a good long look at what you've all done to me...

"Death throes frozen into an echo within the icy tomb. Here, in their cryogenic chambers, the blind and frostbitten meet their agony. On the frost-covered coffins, I can discern no difference between a corpse behind glass and a living person."

"Then, amidst the dead, I see you—doomed without hope of survival, prepared to surrender. But I can help, and I save you. I love thinking—I want believing—that I rescued you from destruction and death, and for us everything ends well. Your life becomes mine. My heart is yours forever. What greater gift could there be?"

They gazed into each other's dark, bottomless eyes, seeing only the distorted reflection of their own features. She – the Red Queen: a woman whose heart was seared by fanatical devotion to the Imperial Cult. He – the White King: the last hope of dying worlds, the burden of saving the Koronus Expanse at any cost resting on his shoulders. The God-Emperor created them alive, but they became dead – ideal pieces for a game on an inverted board. And now, gazing at him—marked by Fate, devoid of fear of Death—she could think of only one thing: what kind of reality will he create for her with his own hand?

Music — Farewell Wanderlust by The Amazing Devil

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𝕴𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖆 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖆 † 𝓣𝖍𝖊 𝓢𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝓓𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 for 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝖺𝗎! «The White King, The Red Queen»

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid, nymph then virgin, nurse and a servan. Why are you hanging on so tight to the rope that I’m hanging from? For somebody I thought was my saviour, you sure make me do a whole lot of labour. I know you’re a smart man and weaponise the false incompetence It’s dominance under guise… ❞ labour by Paris Paloma

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𝖛𝖔𝖓 𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖚𝖘 † 𝒯𝖍𝖊 𝒢𝖑𝖚𝖙𝖙𝖔𝖓 for 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝖺𝗎! «The White King, The Red Queen»

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ I'm starving, darling. Let me put my lips to something. Let me wrap my teeth around the world. I won't lie, if there's something still to take there is ground to break, whatever's still to come… ❞ Eat Your Young by Hozier