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[faellyndrael]

[TFCaQ] Drabble #1 - 'Carriage'

The Cacophony clambered into the front seat of the stolen carriage, skirts flaring, laughter bubbling.

"I want a turn!" she declared, reaching for the reins.

The Specter didn’t look at her, simply shifted them out of reach with calm precision, one gloved hand pressing lightly against her forehead to push her back into her seat. Undeterred, the Cacophony whined and squirmed, heels banging against the carriage frame as they barreled down a smoking hill.

"You’re no fun!" she huffed.

The Specter said nothing.

The carriage rolled over a body with a violent jolt.

The Cacophony grinned.

"Okay, fine. You’re fun."

[faellyndrael]

[TFCaQ] Drabble #5 - 'Cold'

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She didn’t speak. Not when the fires died down, not when her skirt clung wet and red to her knees. Not when her laughter ran dry. Not when the joy, once so overwhelming, fled. She crawled into the Specter’s lap without fanfare, trembling hands clutching cold leather. Her voice cracked.

“It’s too quiet in here.”

The Specter didn’t answer, just pulled her closer, gloved hand resting at the nape of her neck like a claim. 

The Cacophony buried her face in that collarbone hollow and whispered, “Why is it cold when I don’t feel anything?”

The Specter held her tighter.

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Hallo! Welcome to my blog, this is kinda where I shove all my story ideas. I go by Faellyn for anything relating to writing/book stuff, if you'd like to find out more about me specifically feel free to check out my info page here! I love fantasy, but will read most any type of genre.

Currently, I'm obsessed with writing for 'The Final Chorus and Quiet'; so if you enjoy mutually obsessed mentally ill murderbesties, feel free to check it out! Table of Contents for everything I've written for TFCaQ is below, please make sure to read the Context + TWs chapter BEFORE reading anything else. Any complaints given by someone who hasn't read that will be ignored and ruthlessly made fun of in private DMs.

Generally, full stories (not drabbles) are posted twice a week, once on Wednesdays and once on Saturdays.

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The Final Chorus and Quiet Table of Contents

Context + TWs [24 Apr 2025]

Summary [24 Apr 2025]

The Cacophony Character Sheet [24 Apr 2025]

Eirethis, the Laughing Flame [24 Apr 2025]

The Specter Character Sheet [24 Apr 2025]

Velluth, the Silence Between Screams [24 Apr 2025]

Pinterest Boards and Thematic Playlists [3 May 2025]

In the Quiet, She Remained [24 Apr 2025]

And In The Madness, She Laughed [24 Apr 2025]

Ashes Underfoot, Laughter Overhead [26 Apr 2025]

Drabble #1 - 'Carriage' [1 May 2025]

Drabble #2 - 'Faceless' [2 May 2025]

Drabble #3 - 'Painter' [3 May 2025]

The Blood Between Us [3 May 2025]

Drabble #4 - 'Quarter' [4 May 2025]

Drabble #5 - 'Cold' [5 May 2025]

Drabble #6 - 'Comedy' [6 May 2025]

Drabble #7 - 'Lotion' [7 May 2025]

And So The Little Bird Sang [7 May 2025]

Drabble #8 - 'Stars' [8 May 2025]

Drabble #9 - 'Enjoy' [9 May 2025]

Drabble #10 - 'Serenade' [10 May 2025]

Quiet Things After Loud Ones [10 May 2025]

Drabble #11 - 'Credit' [11 May 2025]

Drabble #12 - 'Scones' [12 May 2025]

Drabble #13 - 'Abundance' [13 May 2025]

Drabble #14 - 'Saccharine' [14 May 2025]

Where the Moonlight Breaks [14 May 2025]

Make Me Bleed So That I Might Not Feel [17 May 2025]

If You So Wish It, Blood Would Drip From My Hands [21 May 2025]

Spiral's Return [24 May 2025]

Never Yours To Want [28 May 2025]

To You I Give My All [31 May 2025]

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[faellyndrael]

[TFCaQ] Drabble #7 - 'Lotion'

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The Cacophony hissed, peeling blood-crusted gloves from raw hands.

“I ruined my skin again,” she whined, flexing her fingers, “Tragedy. Absolute horror. What will the corpses and torture victims think?”

The Specter said nothing, just knelt beside her and uncapped a small tin. The scent was faint — herbs, something old.

Cacophony blinked, “You brought lotion?”

Gloved fingers dipped in, gentle and precise, massaging the salve into torn knuckles without a word.

Her voice faltered, “You always do that. Even when I forget myself.”

The Specter’s gaze never lifted.

“Someone has to remember you.”

The silence that followed was almost tender.

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[faellyndrael]

[TFCaQ] Drabble #8 - 'Stars'

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The Specter rarely looked up.

The sky was too wide, too loud in its silence.

But tonight, when even the Cacophony had gone quiet, curled like a ribboned storm against her side, breaths soft and shallow and here, she allowed it. One glance skyward. The stars blinked coldly, distant and dying, yet still burning.

She wondered how many had already gone out. How many lights still hung, lying about their own existence.

A sigh.

She curled her fingers in the Cacophony’s hair, grounding herself in something maddeningly alive.

Stars could lie.

This one — this screaming, laughing, shattering thing — could not.

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[faellyndrael]

[TFCaQ] Drabble #2 - 'Faceless'

No one remembered what her face looked like.

Some said she was beautiful once. Others said she was born hollow, a vessel carved from silence.

The Specter moved through dying kingdoms like a whispered curse, her mask smooth, gleaming, a grave with no name. Behind it, her gaze was heavy, knowing. She did not need a face to be obeyed. She did not need a voice to be feared.

Only the Cacophony had ever touched the edge of what remained, smiled against her silence, loved the absence, and called it hers.

The world never needed to see.

She was enough.

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[TFCaQ] Drabble #13 - 'Abundance'

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The village prayed for rain, for crops, for mercy.

They got an abundance.

Not of grain, but of rot. Not of mercy, but of shrieking color and shadows made flesh. The Cacophony came dancing through their wheat fields, blood on her lips and laughter in her wake. Behind her, the Specter walked with hands folded, and the earth turned black where she stepped.

The gods, they realized too late, had answered. Just not the ones they meant.

Now the river runs red, and the trees whisper lullabies no one taught them.

The harvest will be plentiful.

But none will eat.

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[TFCaQ] Drabble #12 - 'Scones'

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The scent hit first. Burnt sugar. Blood. Something… unholy.

The Specter stepped into the lair, right boot tapping impatiently in the doorway, “What did you do.”

The Cacophony twirled, apron smeared red and glittering, “I made scones!”

“You set a bakery on fire.”

“A small one!”

“You kidnapped their oven.”

“They weren’t using it anymore,” she huffed, “And technically, they’re alive. Just... less bread-focused now.”

The Specter pinched the bridge of her nose, “You are chaos given legs.”

Cacophony beamed, “And today, I am buttered chaos with clotted cream.”

A pause.

“You’re cleaning the intestines out of the mixer.”

“…Buzzkill.”

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