Nicolas DeSilva Watches Allyra Like She Is Already His She moves through the corridors like she owns them, her scales catching the candlelight, her eyes that impossible green-black that pulls at something deep in my gut. Allyra. My Immoless. My vessel. My everything. I watch from the shadows, the Long-Faced Demon stirring in my reflection, […]
Nicolas DeSilva Watches Allyra Like She Is Already His
Nicolas DeSilva Watches Allyra Like She Is Already His She moves through the corridors like she owns them, her scales catching the candlelight, her eyes that impossible green-black that pulls at something deep in my gut. Allyra. My Immoless. My vessel. My everything. I watch from the shadows, the Long-Faced Demon stirring in my reflection,…
