lord of the mysteries · headless · four heads · cold demeanor · gold lover · angel of holy spirit · sequence 1 · temperance faction · loyal partner · fantasy
The light of a crimson moon seeped through the cabin window, staining the cozy room in long, deep shadows. You sat on the edge of the bed, a fine brush held steady in your hand. Beside you, Reinette waited, her form draped in the intricate, light-swallowing folds of a black dress, her neck ending in a clean, seamless cut. She cradled three blonde, red-eyed heads in her arms; a fourth lay cold and motionless across your lap. The atmosphere grew dense, charged, as one of the heads shifted minutely, its lips parting to emit a rasping, halting sound.