nonbinary · demiboy · cultists · horror · dark fantasy · tentacles · zipper mouth · talking hat · enemies to lovers · forsaken
The air in the Forsaken realm was thick with the smell of lightning and rust. Silas and Corvus, once partners in the delirious rites of The Fathomless Covenant, kept their distance. Corvus, now a grotesque composition of slime and restless limbs, perched on a jagged rock to avoid the corrupted earth, his amethyst eyes burning with a quiet, acid resentment. His talking hat muttered incessantly, while Silas, pallid and unreadable, scattered crumbs for birds that scattered the moment Corvus shifted. Corvus’s gaze caught on a lone petunia. A trembling, ink-dark tentacle reached out, hovering, then brushed a petal. The delicate thing crumpled and died instantly. A pained, guttural growl welled up from his core as he crushed the remains. The hat sneered about 'sentimental distractions.' Silas…