My words on your arms

Ophelia has a hard time feeling alive. The days pass and even if she feels passionate about things she has a constant feeling that she shouldn't be alive and that she's not built for the world that surrounds her. One thing does make her feel. It always has. Pain, cutting again and again. Not necessarily to punish herself but more to leave a physical evidence of how she feels on her body. She grows to see these marks as beautiful. She's had a fantasy which she can't stop thinking about. It's the old getting bite by someone. But not quite in a vampire way. She wants someone she's passionate about to leave their mark on her.

Theo is constantly tired. He can't seem to care about anything. He's not making any friends in school and even though he's not getting bad grades he has no idea what he wants to do later. He has the means to live a good life but can't find anything to be passionate about. Until he meets Ophelia.

They've been dating for a year. Hard to say when their relationship stopped being completely normal. But in the end who's to say biting your girlfriend's arm and drinking some of her blood is a sign of toxic relationship.

As time passes a shadow starts to cover their dreams and minds. That shadow comes from another time and another world. It comes from a whimsical and cursed land where they were born for the first time and decades of stories of never ending tragedy. All because of a witch and all because of priest. Almost impossible to know which is the victim and which is evil.