Literature
A Wicked Desire
{Ah, what a brilliant place this is. So small yet so flourished. It reminds me of our old garden.
And yet, the walls here are thin. Something I suspect the harrier is aware of. And when she has her eyes set on prey, she will stop at nothing until she’s claimed it.
Undesirable.
Such a vulgar approach. I prefer the veil. Conjuration embroidered. Shadows in the cracks and crevices. A lovely spot to sit and relax from the Illustrious.
Spindle threads of glint, weaving together little specks of black-iron and blooming flowers from the lost garden. What a dazzling sight to behold. What a charmer too.
Ahhh, they just don’t understand, do they? The higher forms. Watching down upon us like we’re their playthings. I dare you with the intention. Thus I say. I infect your mind. Thus I say. When you think of me, I am there. Thus I say. When you imagine me in some feeble peril, I am gorged of your thoughts. Thus I say. So pretend and haggle and play, be smart and do the funny