๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด, body a shrine to the rotโcheek warping with its rage. A gaze lifts to the reader, cranium tilting in spite of calcified agonies.
โโฆYouโve no sense.โ
Sludge grips onto boots, dripping from her cloak. The marshes obsesses over decay && light does not swim in the airโto glint off gold.
She slumbers in mud, tarnished in agoniesโeyes fluttering.
โWho wakes me? This is foolish whenโฆโ
Gold fingers kiss a rotted cheek.
an independent && oc friendly millicent of #eldenringrp. mun is above 24 years of age, a gremlin who lives in the future (aest). activity spotty. ๐ชฆ๐๏ธ within. ๐
novella preferred but not necessary. welcome to the swamp / rot lives here.