I Felt The Currents Move. The Grains Of Sand Whispered Against Each Other. His Wings Were Lifting. The

                       “I felt the currents move. The grains of sand whispered against each other. His wings were lifting. The darkness around us shimmered with clouds of his gilded blood. Beneath my feet were the bones of a thousand years. I thought: I cannot bear this world a moment longer.”                                      “Then, child, make another.”

                           M E L I S A N D R E     O F    A S S H A I

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Archetype Inspirations | Magus Sanguis

DAVOS

     IT WAS MOST DEFINITELY not amusing to him. if anything, it was worrying, hearing just how blatantly and comfortably she managed to talk about this sort of ordeal. it made his skin crawl— she made his skin crawl.   “aye, that it is.”   he takes a couple of paces back, brows knit together as he listened to her blathering about her god once more. it all started to sound more like something out of a storybook, rather than religious rambling. he didn’t want her to come close, her mere presence making the ex-smuggler uneasy.   “call it faith, or a gift, it does not change the fact that i won’t waste a second in killing ye if lord stannis’ rule is compromised by one of yer little games, witch.”

Red eyes stare at him with intensity, they almost seem to reflect fire, flames burning bright in her irises. Her smile grows and she makes a little sound in the deepness of her throat. The rest of the light in the room seems to dim, to change and flicker, the warmth raises it’s almost suffocating. “My games are no small thing, Lord Davos.” All playfulness is now gone from her features, from the way she moves, or how she talks. Melisadre closes the distance with them -- This tall priestess from Asshai might no tower the man but she’s in equal sight range, one of her hand is raised and she pressed it softly to the ex smuggler chest to feel the beating of his heart. “the are worst fates than death.”

Strange is the night where black stars rise, and strange moons circle through the skies, but stranger still is lost Carcosa.

a moodboard for in dim carcosa ✦

- what is it? - you just reminded me of someone.

and now his watch is ended.