#opsianos

[lunaureal-blog]

@opsianos hit that heart

        “ oh... oh my god. oh my god. i am so sorry.  ” there’s swords lying haphazardly across the floor, the scene being preceded by a loud crash of them flying everywhere after phos knocked very ungracefully into a table. one of them is even wedged in phos’s arm a little bit, but it’s more like a hot knife through butter instead of making it crack.

[latesco-archive-blog]

@opsianos | ☿

Since handing the blade over, Cinnabar has retreated closer to the doorway than to Obsidian. They’re content to just stand there, arms curled around their slender frame so tight they might disappear in on themself.

“It should. I mean, I think it should. Red Beryl said so.”

They’re made keenly aware of the mercury oozing from their skin, how it rises to orbit their head. They must look so vile!

“You don’t... You don’t have to give me a blade. You worked so hard on them, I don’t want to ruin it...”