Dec 30, 2024
QUIET , EVER QUIET , THIS SPIRAL OF FEAR . all of it was dreadful , the waiting . close to the tension of a bone snapping . that was , until everyone had started to scream .
" I HAD A FEELING that I would find you down here , " the jailer's voice is its usual , cold , almost unsettling . his gaze flickers to its form , deemed holy & wretched at once . heels clack at the cold stones of the dungeon floor , but there isn't a spot of blood to be found . it didn't gorge itself on flesh . " helping yourself , are you ? "
for @phobiael .
