๐ฆข โ hi twt, I'm ren / @mensiscaged โ wanted to make a non-bloodborne-focused alt to yap about other fromsoftware games & my other interests: writing,ย dnd, gothic/cosmic horror films & literature, and games like mass effect, fallout, resident evil,ย etc โ*mwah*ย ๐ !
Tressaโs vision clouded with a dazzling haze, and when she stretched her eyes, she glimpsed the vast vacuum of the cosmos as though it were within her reach. So she did reach, with both new pale appendages and her mortal fingers, hoping to touch the plane of the other and experience, for one more glorious moment, what it was to be Great.
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โ She tasted like sea salt, lilacs and peaches, the flesh of her lip a honeyed, sacred nectar. Micolash pictured, for a moment, the First Saint of the Healing Church in the stone corridors of Oedon Chapel sneaking a bite of fruit before meeting him at the altar, sweet salvation still coating her tongue.
But regardless of what Tressa Bowen ate, drank, or weathered for the remainder of her life, she would always taste like the sea to him, like the rising tide, inevitable and eternal. โ
๐ค tysm @loadingbones for bringing my writing to life with this pieceโI've been staring at it all day long :,)