Witchtober 8
Oct. 8th, 2019 08:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
air_n_darkness8:Blood Oath
Burning, twisting, screaming- I am falling, down, down into bilious shadow and blackened flame. Down, past the doors, past the markers, my hands scrabbling at the ghosts of lifelines spun out by those who have fallen before. Trying, so desperately trying, to grasp those razor-sharp remnants of my blood kin and stop my fall.
You are forsworn.
I hear them, echoes of their ghostly voices, taking my measure and finding me wanting. I am falling, and I hear it. Laughter, sharp and mocking, the cackle of an old women mixed with a rooster’s crow, an anchor….
Forsworn, and mine.
Burning, twisting, screaming- I am falling, down, down into bilious shadow and blackened flame. Down, past the doors, past the markers, my hands scrabbling at the ghosts of lifelines spun out by those who have fallen before. Trying, so desperately trying, to grasp those razor-sharp remnants of my blood kin and stop my fall.
You are forsworn.
I hear them, echoes of their ghostly voices, taking my measure and finding me wanting. I am falling, and I hear it. Laughter, sharp and mocking, the cackle of an old women mixed with a rooster’s crow, an anchor….
Forsworn, and mine.
