[That sounds... terrible and beautiful all at once. A being so big, so swathed in stars and the blackest void of space, must be quite a sight. Must have been utterly frightening to see for the first time — or perhaps Winter was too determined to live to have cared.]
Well, you must call it something. Just going about calling it “my patron” sounds so bland — give it a nickname.
[Yes, this is what the vampire chooses to latch onto for now. It amuses him.]
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Well, you must call it something. Just going about calling it “my patron” sounds so bland — give it a nickname.
[Yes, this is what the vampire chooses to latch onto for now. It amuses him.]