I've'an'aria: A #dreadrook fic.
The mere notion of standing roused a taut, insidious from its slumber within her stomach. It did not strike with fangs, but coiled instead, tightening with cruel precision and slow, deliberate pulses. Lingering testament demanded flesh, to the strength ripped away, to what happened lost. Hard and knotted, filling space for vitality once thrived. But that thought came louder now, the bud of the rose cut to fall. Get up. A bitter laugh caught in her throat. And do what? What was there to do, locked in the Fade, a grotesque parody of reality, forced to sustain the Veil alongside an ancient Elvhen God? ... Well. When framed that way? If she asked herself in that manner? There were plentiful options.
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