“a woman sealed in the dark long enough can become something very strange.” (From Bastion the bastard)
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𝓑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒏. A malforming in both their bones, a welding of their spirits together, the Night its chthonic incantation. Only a sliver of candle flame infringes upon the dark that surrounds both him and Adelaide, bleeding amber light all over their faces. His, far more than hers.
❝ You're sealed in the dark too. So, what will you become? ❞ She needles forward, and even then the light refuses to mingle with her further. It is rumored that this strange phenomena, this perversion of physics, manifests when one draws near the abassy.
The demons of the underworld.
❝ Odd, the way that I am? Better, or worse? ❞ Like a fisherman's hook, her teeth, having crept close enough, snag on the corner of his mouth. Stealing intimacies this way, while the caravan and daylight world sleeps, had become so customary. The last frost of his hesitation becomes a tepid liquid, as Bastion himself closes in, kneading, with great carefulness, the inside of her wrist. ❝ Tell me. ❞
