Desreal: EVERY 12 SECONDS SOMEONE REMEMBERS [SAPHIRA]

THE WORD IS TIMSHEL -- 'THOU MAYEST' RISE FROM SIN.

He smelled Alshain on her, his father. He grew alarmed, wary of her – even in the darkness her Siren guile pierced him like a well-aimed javelin. He didn’t know so much about the shard (he didn’t know she even possessed it), he didn’t know she was under its commanding throes. But a change came over her and he balked, his muscles haunches coiled and prepared for flight.

Her smile widened, and Altair (full of strange animal cunning), suspicious as always, gave her a discreet look of chary fear. Her voice lulled him and in a stupor he cast away his caution, knowing not it sealed a final blow to his integrity. He felt her muzzle as it brushed along his cheek and he recoiled, but for some strange reason his legs were leaden and heavy – he felt as if he were intoxicated by chains and chains of some strange substance.

Her song overwhelmed him, but his subconscious screamed in what was not terror but an innate rage at his strange and captive state. Everything? Altair had never wanted anything – the only thing he had ever wished for was Lethia’s death, and even that did not come to full fruition. She drew away from him and Altair was aware of a sharp pain and blood trickling down his neck. Shocked, torpid and full of indignance, he stared at her, his throat rising with choked rage.

“I’m Altair. What the hell did you just do?”

A L T A I R
AD ASTRA PER ALIA PORCI.
ALSHAIN x GENESIS || AIR III