cube?
"Don't forget to recalibrate the cube."
Bleak Midwinter.
Fantasy · Reprobate
His hand twitched, and he felt the cool wood under his fingertips, but his grip tightened—not out of strength, but something else entirely. Paresthesia.
Bleak Midwinter.
Fantasy · Reprobate
type shi
A detailed perspective of the world flooded Arthur's mind like a blueprint and he immediately opened his eyes.
Bleak Midwinter.
Fantasy · Reprobate
Arthur cringed. Never knew I'd be witnessing a novelic interaction between two low-level henchmen in real life. What has my life become?!
Bleak Midwinter.
Fantasy · Reprobate
Isolde was still in her wide-eyed reverie. "Descended…he descended…" She muttered through dried, cracked lips.
Bleak Midwinter.
Fantasy · Reprobate
sus
"Yeah, nevermind. Just wanted to ask." The active arcanum turned incorporeal and drifted off into the air, new, ambient motes of them taking its place and travelling inside him.
Bleak Midwinter.
Fantasy · Reprobate
"When was the first time we spoke?"
Bleak Midwinter.
Fantasy · Reprobate
"I have been waiting for you." The look on his face and the colour of his eyes was totally different for a passing moment as he said. "Would you like to hear a poem?"
Bleak Midwinter.
Fantasy · Reprobate