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prologue.
a thieves' ballad
The product of a wanton gaze,
Spurned from nobility.
With chestnut hair, lavender-black of eye
No finer thief than she.
Liberator of coin, hold purses tight
Thy shadows twist and throe.
For lurking in the undercroft
Peeled eyes would only know.
A street-made home begs of belief
Burdened mother's humanity.
Sweet rot betwixt maternal lungs
Forced hand bent supple knee.
To doorstep of Mossdreamer fled
Air muddied, sky torn grey.
The bargain of her shadow step
Was Fallon's hand to play.
Blackmail from rival brother was
Her father's boon to seek
And in quick haste she leant an ear
To uncle's tongue not meek.
'My brother's folly, a household loose
His bastard spawn abound.
The good and noble Mossdreamer name
Dragged cross the dirt and ground.'
'Call upon those lords and ladies
Whose good sense may entreat
To urge against Virric's head
Of household gone afleet.'
To father's side with hastened gait
The half-elf girl did streak.
Virric sought no pause of remedy
He uttered 'purge the meek'.
For in an instant she saw it then
The earth's wide open maw
To all the fears of Fallon's mind
Blade of Virric's men thus tore.
Mother's blood on youth bound hands
Made wet with viscous gore
In dim basement light among her kin
To vengeance Fallon swore.
Liberator of coin, hold purses tight
Thy shadows twist and throe.
For toil in spoils of chests puffed fat
A path of scorn ergo.
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THE DANSE MACABRE ¹ || astarion
Fanfictioncome with me, wretch, who are weighed down. / © girldirt astarion x fem!oc canon divergent based on the 'pale elf' questline started september 12th 2023
