We came from the same nest, you and I—
you, all silvered scale beneath the moon,
pouring your light like wine upon the earth.
kept to the edges of your glow.
Milkglass, your eyes, they
throwing a blanket of fog upon the current.
Mine—ever dark, scorched valleys,
We walked where death sings,
where roots curl around bone,
spoke of riddles we refused to solve.
Blood bound your pearl-bright belly
to these sable wings of mine.
And from the garden—we did not fall,
and called the end by name.
For love, as ever, sweetens—
and in sweetening, cuts deeper.
The Omen. The Blight. Crow and Serpent. The Night.
Let the tongues of the world writhe against sin,
@noxxytocin 🌕
Thanks to the best of the best (Noxx) for his incredible poem 😭 You waited for me to finish these drawings for sooooo long, I'm sorry 😂 Still I started again thanks to you, so thank you ❤️
Not me reappearing after MONTHS of disappearance 👀 Art block got me and didn't want to let me alone anymore. I started these drawings months ago and I'm not joking. I'm not entirely satisfied with them, but after 19 hours LET ME JUST POST THEM. I got inspired by Aesop's fable for these, even though the story they count is different.
I hope everyone in the fandom is doing well ❤️🩹