technicolour hearts |✓

❝its not love if it doesn't burn you alive❞

the tides always carry a part of our hearts away with them as they flood over graveyards of drowned skeletons with liquid hearts still seeping out of their broken ribs. sayra knew cinizia was nothing but a catastrophe－a heartwrenchingly beautiful one, but nonetheless still a catastrophe. the moment cinizia saw sayra she could feel her accursed veins hum with putrescent poison as the familiar ache which she had learnt to numb over countless years came alive.

all sayra wanted to do was leave the town which has never been her home, what she didn't expect was to be caught in ilvermonia's deliquent goddess's web of spun sugar lies and satin touches.