“ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀʏ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʜᴏʀsᴇs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴠᴇs, ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴀs ᴀɴ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴠᴇɪɴs.”

Sirah bint Nazeera strides through the sun-baked streets

“ɴᴏᴡ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴀɪʀ ᴏғ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛ's ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴅʀɪᴇs. ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ.”

In the dim sanctum of candlelit shadows, Poppy Elowen Rosewood stan

“ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ғᴀᴅᴇᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛɪɴɢ. ʙɪɢ ᴅᴏᴇ ᴇʏᴇs, ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ, sʜᴇ's ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘʀᴀʏɪɴɢ.”

Mari and Colette are a beautifully chaotic poly coup

“ᴏʜ, ᴋɪss ᴍᴇ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʟᴋʏ ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ. ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴʟɪᴛ ғʟᴏᴏʀ. ʟɪғᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ʜᴀɴᴅ, sᴛʀɪᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀᴇғʟɪᴇs ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ sɪʟᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴏɴ's sᴘᴀʀᴋʟɪɴɢ. sᴏ,

“ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀɪɴ's ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇsᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇɴ. ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ. ʏᴇs, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ.”

“ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ғᴏʀᴛʜ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴘᴀɪɴ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏɴᴇs, ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅ sᴏɴɢs ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴀᴋɪɴɢ, sᴏ sɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅ

“ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ɪs ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴏғ? ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ɪᴛ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ?”

A child born of sin, an abandoned spark in the void, birthed aboard a cursed manu

“ɴᴏ ғᴀɪʀ. ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴄʀʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪᴍᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ᴇʏᴇs.”

Morgan Sinclair is a song left half-sung, a quiet ache wrapped in sunlight and sorrow.

“ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴏʜ, ᴄᴜᴘɪᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋs ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴏᴏᴛs ᴀɴ ᴀʀʀᴏᴡ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴏɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ? ᴄᴏɴғᴇss ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀ

Myev is a soul carved from the shadows of a world that never accepted her. Born of orc and human blood, she stands as both a testament to strength and a reminder of rejectio

“ɪ'ᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ 𝟸𝟶 ʙᴜᴄᴋs, ɪ'ᴅ sᴇʟʟ ᴍʏ sᴏᴜʀ sᴏᴜʟ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʟᴇᴍᴏɴᴀᴅᴇ ɪs ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ, 'ᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ sᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴡʟ.”

Portland’s got its fair share of heartbreakers, but Sama

“ɪᴛ's ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ, ɴᴏ ᴇɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ, ɪᴛ's ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ. ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏɪʀ sɪɴɢ.”

A lamb adrift in the starless fields of Heaven.

Sister

“ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴜɴs ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ʀᴜɴs ᴅᴇᴇᴘ.”

Vega was not born, but wrought—summoned from steel and sanctified sinew in the cold womb