#korrin

she is a portrait the heavens abandoned mid-creation, half shadow, half sonnet, an unfinished hymn stitched into the hush of some consecrated cathedral, veiled in dust and divinity.

her eyes, dark gold and tempest-bound, carry the hush of a storm just before the sky unfastens. i have seen constellations falter beneath less gravity than her gaze.

her lips are carved from reverie, a ruin of velvet and vow, the kind of silence that sings through stained glass and aching.

her skin is pale as devotion, soft as candle smoke on marble, the warmth of a memory trapped in alabaster.

her hair spills like ink from the throat of a quill, the kind that stains your prayers, your regrets, your unfinished endings.

she moves like a secret not meant for this world, a hush in human form, like the scent of rain blooming on stone, or the shiver before a dream breaks open.

i do not touch her. i worship her, from the aching corners of quiet rooms, from poems that end before the kiss.

she is the sorrow in beauty, the flicker in candlelight, the soft collapse of my religion beneath names no longer spoken.

she is every holy thing i have only ever found in the dark.

Vox Machina + parents

Bonus:

thank you for 5 incredible years my friends :) your little freaks changed my life and it's been an honor to get to know them <3 i hope you all enjoyed this campaign as much as I did !!!