#enshadowed

[lost-nevermore]

hey friends 🖤

it’s January, 2021....and i need to know where my Nevermore (by Kelly Creagh) fans are at!

let’s follow one another, let’s gush! i want a fandom and i want it now. i need people who know exactly how i feel. there’s simply not enough content about it on tumblr currently.

i’m gonna try and post as frequently as i can, and i’ll definitely interact and reblog with anyone who wants to follow.

let’s be mutuals and talk about goth shit 🖤

[ladyantiheroine]

Varen: I don’t have feelings.

Isobel: *exists*

Varen: Fuck.

[cantinho-da-nizz]

endless list of favorite books: Nevermore (Kelly Creagh)

“You're a dream. Like everything else.” 

[brightbeautifulthings]

Much like books, Isobel could tell how voiceless things had provided a brand of companionship more compatible to Varen's nature than human friendship had ever been. These things, locked in their inanimate ways, fed him ideas, she thought. They whispered their tales to him through unmoving lips and he listened, opening himself to their world so much more than any normal passerby.

Kelly Creagh, Enshadowed

[csillamkeccarvu]

Nincs szenvedély oly démoni módon türelmetlen, mint azé, aki egy szakadék partján borzadva kéjeleg a zuhanás gondolatában.

Edgar Allan Poe: A perverzió démona

[bookworm-on-rainy-days]

Is — is any of this real?" she asked. "Are you real?" He lifted a hand to her cheek, his fingers brushing her jaw. "Even if this is a dream," he whispered, "I'm not." Isobel's eyes widened, recognizing those words as her own, the same ones she had once uttered to him. She reached for him, her arms twining around his neck, drawing him closer so his scent poured over her, that combination of incense, citrus, and dried leaves overriding the funeral funeral smell of the crowding flowers. "Don't leave," she breathed. "I'm here," he whispered. "Right here. Waiting.”  ― Kelly Creagh, Enshadowed

[jacedevilliers]

In love. In love with the stoic, the sullen, the eternally morose Varen Nethers? He would never allow it. 

[csillamkeccarvu]

Volt már olyan rémálma amiben veszített. De nem az országos bajnokságot veszítette el.

Hanem mindazt ami számít.

Az egyetlen dolgot ami számít.

És ez nem álom volt.

Kelly Creagh: Enshadowed