Mar 3
valaerion | the ghost of dragonstone
tags: undead Valarr, dubious consent, slow burn, aerion practices black magic, medieval horror
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Aerion remembered waking in an ungodly hour of the night to a faint scratching beyond the walls, his body rigid under the cover, unsure if it had been claws … or teeth. If it was possible at all, because what lay beyond the walls was open sky. But these ghosts were the familiar kind; what remained of the dragon spirits steeped into the stone, the very soul of the fortress.
He had grown to be fond of them as well.
As the spectral eyes of his cousin sought him across the castle, Aerion thought perhaps one day he would wake and remember this situation as nothing more than a droll irony.
