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anythingdrabbleTitle: Pale Queen's Blessing
Fandom: Dark Souls
Characters: female Chosen Undead, Quelaan, Laurentius
Pairing: female chosen undead/ Laurentius
Word count: 200
Rating PG-13/het
Tags: mild canon-typical squick/horror, mild spoilers, mild language, fandom roulette
Summary: 'creepy' becomes relative here in Lordren...
Creepiness was relative and her standards would become lower out of necessity as she progressed into Lordren's living nightmare. The things she ate, wore, became on a regular basis would have made her vomit uncontrollably to think about, in a past that felt like an entire lifetime ago. She voluntarily turned herself into a walking corpse, ate souls, wore rags from the grave and put stained executioner's robes on her head. Letting herself be infected by these egg things wasn't that much worse. The other carriers seemed fine, if a bit top heavy, and their Queen... she had something of a fading beauty about her. Mostly Quelaan just made her sad, brought out the part of her that still wanted to help others in need, that responded to the few instances of kindness she encountered, like the lonely pyromancer with the soft voice and the warm hands... It was thinking about him that made it okay, she decided, smiling at the memory of their last rendezvous. Once she had no further need of Quelaan's 'blessings', his warmth would burn all of this away as he embraced her.
The only thing truly eerie, that could not burn, was this damned silence...
Fandom: Dark Souls
Characters: female Chosen Undead, Quelaan, Laurentius
Pairing: female chosen undead/ Laurentius
Word count: 200
Rating PG-13/het
Tags: mild canon-typical squick/horror, mild spoilers, mild language, fandom roulette
Summary: 'creepy' becomes relative here in Lordren...
Creepiness was relative and her standards would become lower out of necessity as she progressed into Lordren's living nightmare. The things she ate, wore, became on a regular basis would have made her vomit uncontrollably to think about, in a past that felt like an entire lifetime ago. She voluntarily turned herself into a walking corpse, ate souls, wore rags from the grave and put stained executioner's robes on her head. Letting herself be infected by these egg things wasn't that much worse. The other carriers seemed fine, if a bit top heavy, and their Queen... she had something of a fading beauty about her. Mostly Quelaan just made her sad, brought out the part of her that still wanted to help others in need, that responded to the few instances of kindness she encountered, like the lonely pyromancer with the soft voice and the warm hands... It was thinking about him that made it okay, she decided, smiling at the memory of their last rendezvous. Once she had no further need of Quelaan's 'blessings', his warmth would burn all of this away as he embraced her.
The only thing truly eerie, that could not burn, was this damned silence...
