Suddenly Memories Of These Cursed Things Unlocked. Bad For Me

suddenly memories of these cursed things unlocked. bad for me

ahhh, medicine.

As the poet dies with unfinished song, Nightingale's groan shall fill night all along As his gift is tart - as honey of wild, As words can't be spoken, and the silence - his bile

I shall come when stars are dark, when the moon is blind, In the dark hour of hound, under your gaze entwined I shall stand and say "come, oh come, heart of mine, Allow me to see your dear face once again - in my mire.."

I swear I remember that in the prologue when you asked Asra who Julian was to him he says “he was a friend once…then something more. Then something else…something I needed to get away from”

But that last part “something I needed to get away from” got cut when they changed the prologue. But if anyone else remembers and maybe has a screenshot of that, please hit me up so I know I’m not just imagining things

"– People are obsessed with love, looking for it and not getting what they really need. Fragile, stupid creatures. You consider love as a magical tool that can change the world and then you go around in circles. But your eyes are clouded with illusions. You think: if this love didn’t give me what I need, it is not "real". You are fascinated by the myth of true love. You think it would last for the rest of your life, understanding and healing everything. But love is just a myth.

Ilya looked up, his lips trembling.

– What am I looking for? I don’t really know, Quaestor Valdemar. But I know that you are... incapable of love. I know this and I have come to you willingly.

Quaestor is answered:

– You came to the sacrificial fire. Frankly, I’m impressed by your deep, desperate masochism. It’s attractive – how can predator be attracted to the easy prey. You came to me because you can no longer look for something in people – something they want too and can’t give you. A kind of the truth. However, perhaps you intuitively tried to give it to them.

You understand what I am. You’re not making any illusions about my personality. You’ve seen what I can do. Others have deceived you. But you still hope. Dum spiro, spero is your unfailing credo.

Valdemar went quiet for a while and then added, looking into Julian’s eyes:

– And like all men, you still worship love as a god. Funny. But… Nec deus intersit."

Text: Lunatic Sun

Art:

Sketch: chilledoutbeast

Colouring: wasteofplace

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Let there be †Mayhem†

"Ilya lowered his eyes. He felt stupid and ridiculous, looking at the flowers in his hands. All determination seemed to dissipate, his heart