🥠 | ANGST | he had vowed to kill you.

Words that have been said are said. Pain that has been felt has hurt. You and Wystan cannot be more different— one immortal and the other, mortal. One worshiped in temples, the other raised on scraps. But you and Wystan are also alike— all too familiar with grievances. Both are victims of fate. But in a cold palace where both prophecy and cruelty converged— something fond filtered through the cracks in the marble. The past is a heavy weight, but do all grievances need to be paid?