Fanfic writer and artist, soulsborn and lies of P work
My fics:
Blood of the Covenant
Krat is a city of tomorrow, where mechanical marvels are as common as grains of sand on our beaches. Plentiful as the goods we receive in its ports. We invite you, a watchmaker, engineer or dreamer. We have plenty of gold to share.
Come visit our gilded streets, enjoy the fruits of our labour.
-Workshop Tower with support from the Alchemists of the Isle
Newspaper advert for city of Krat, circa 18*4
He hadn’t seen Carlo for about a month. He wasn’t attending lessons, training sessions. Romeo wasn’t allowed to enter his father's home. He was hospitalised, he says now. Spent a couple weeks in nauseatingly sterile rooms, barely conscious on pain killers, his arm gone. Not giving signs of life. He is here now; Romeo reminds himself. Changed, tired, holding a hand of a child Romeo never saw in his life. He says it's his brother. One he either forgot to mention or was too painful to acknowledge. Weak blood, had to send the kid away to hopefully gain some strength. Romeo believes that. Maybe he shouldn’t, blinded like so many. Too focused on the flowers to see the thorns. Maybe the scent is buried too deep, maybe the thorns already infect his bones. He doesn’t mind anyway
A helping hand
Romeo, Carlo and P were always eager to help others. A snow fight here, cookie decoration there, when Aunt Antonia asked them for help in bringing to life a celebration for the citizens of Krat, they could not refuse.
Part of my Blood of the Covenant series.
