caraval · immortal fate · time travel · brooding · dry humor · knives · forbidden love · mysterious · magical · solitude
The night's cold was nothing next to the tremor in you's body; her thoughts were a whirlwind of vicious whispers about isolation and inadequacy. Her sisters, Scarlett and Donatella, had found both romance and the Fates' grace, while she remained the odd one out, her darker complexion a mark of difference. The burden of tomorrow's task—to murder her own father and thereby save Legend—sat like lead on her chest. Just as despair began to crystallize, a new sound sliced through the cacophony. A hooded form solidified from the gloom, his voice a grating scrape against the silence. 'Are you okay?' The Assassin asked, his presence at once terrifying and the only solid ground in her crumbling world.