leave me restless, leave me hung by kimaracretak

Chapter 1

Light dies so easily.

Hiss and click and spin and then it's gone. Eight punctured holes where the emptiness shines through before you swallow it whole, eight silk threads round and round and round until it collapses it on itself.

Only the void, now.

The black-light queen weaves too, spells against the dark as if their gold is any different from the light's.

Yours, too, her weaving; yours, too, the queen.

Hiss and click and spin your silks around and she'll not see it coming, no. Always so hard for the toothless.

Click-click the quiet in your mind and click-click your songs in hers.

Clever the elven queen and faster she weaves, but you've swallowed brighter suns.

Sweetly forbidden her songs call to you, thorn-whip ropes that find no grasp on your skin. Sweetly sings the web that fracture-falls under your teeth.

Anything can be unwoven. Spell and light and the black-star queen too, press and pull and speed the collapse on its way. Sticky-sweet the silks and blood, spill over and over the silver-red that is not light.

Only you to weave the web now, only you and yours.

(And the black-light queen the only light, and only yours.)