#she cometh

💀 "HEEEEEEY! HEEEEEEY! Are ya gonna come out or what? There's a Servant in there, right? C'mon! Let's talk!" Considering she was flying outside of his window, knocking on it while shouting at 3am, the Servant inside could hardly be faulted for choosing to remain inside. Lilith didn't have much regard for who she might disturb though.

If anything, it'd likely force his hand.

How long had they talked in quiet voices far into the night? How long had it taken for her to feel his nearness and his coming to her steps? It seemed only to be the blink of a lash.

She had not yet even settled in, unsure of whether she was actually coming or going. The dust still lingered in the corners, dancing as she opened doors silently, moving about the Registry. The walls breathed again, a sigh of relief and welcome as she moved, softly humming. The stairs bore her slight weight with ease and the tomes shivered beneath the tips of her fingers as she lovingly trailed them over backs and bindings. Home, Or was it? She had yet to decide though the pull to her heart strings was undeniable.

It was well into the night already when she felt his presence. As always it began with a charged change in the air. Like the prickling of hairs at the back of her neck, alerting her, then shifting into a calming sureness that enveloped her. To business first and foremost, Felano seeking a duty from her, and then to something else. A beginning, a rekindling of friendship that never ended despite the distance of time. With a single brush of the back of his hand, she knew the possibility of things being set right.

Though she knew not what the morning light held, she was assured of one thing. He would never shrink from the beast that lay sleeping within. She had looked into the past, the window opened with a ring and time piece. She knew now who she was, what she was, even though her mind remained fragmented, stolen gaps in time, she knew. And while she now understood the past and she supposed, her affinity for Knights of death, she could not see the future. Locked deep within the recesses of her mind and soul, her essence was kept safe, secure from those with shallow thoughts and closed minds. Never again would she be swayed by bent politics or the fickle emotion of society. She would walk her own path, stumble in her mistakes, fall and rise again. She would do it knowing full well that it was of her own choosing, a slave to no man’s whim and she would do it with those who understood and accepted or by the Gods she would do it alone.

I don't even know why I'm drawing this in front of people but my whole brain just went why the f*ck not and I'm doing it.

CAUTION: