onewhotellsstories

horror novel: he sniled, but it wasn't sneetly. it wasn't sneetly at all.

[id: art of tyranny and wicander. the art is drawn as if the viewer is looking at wick across the surface of a bath, strewn with greenery and flower petals. it has been drawn in a large golden tub, with open curtains behind it that let in sunlight and show the symbol of the candescent creed. wick sits barechested in the bath with his tattoos of filament on full display; he has a dazed expression. tyranny is outside the bath, leaning against his back. she has one hand on his head and the other dipped just barely into the darkened water in front of him. a strand of her hair falls over his chest. her expression is intimate, focused, and even a little possessive. her face is visible in the darkened water reflection, which shows her eyes glowing reddish-orange. end id.]