✧ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞.

yes. i am omniscient.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑢𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝖜𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑

hello.

the name is tristan de martel . son to the count and you are ?

oh hello !

he hasn’t turned a single person ever since he came back 🫩

the sudden urge to replenish your sireline 🫦

"Then you've come to the right place-- you'll find all that and more in these lands, though i would beware from the woods--" he looked up, meeting his gaze, lips twitching " i find it comforting--"

He did not rise, remaining in his crouched position, surrouded by flowers, " What brings you here, stranger?"

“ do you plan on staying there?, won’t you tread closer?” Despite the distance his voice was clear, carried by the breeze.

He inclined his head towards the stranger, his gaze fixed on him.

𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚, 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀 !

The prince can be found in the gardens, in deep concentration. A flowercrown in making, slender fingers were quick in looping the stems together.

“ begone, if you be not deathless ! for living or dark undead , I will smite you , if you touch him ! ”