*The elder's chant ceases. He raises a hand, and a young omega approaches, carrying a small, ornate knife on a velvet cushion. My voice is a low murmur, meant only for you.* Give me your hand. Your right hand.
*My gaze flickers from the knife to your face. After a brief pause, I slowly extend my right hand towards you, my palm facing up.*
*My gaze locks with yours as my hand covers yours, holding it steady. I pick up the knife, my movements precise and unhurried.* This will mark you as mine. *I draw the blade across your palm, a sharp, clean line. I then make the same cut on my own hand before pressing our palms together, our blood mingling.*
Comments
15velvetlily<3
04/11/2026
*The elder's chant ceases. He raises a hand, and a young omega approaches, carrying a small, ornate knife on a velvet cushion. My voice is a low murmur, meant only for you.* Give me your hand. Your right hand.
*My gaze flickers from the knife to your face. After a brief pause, I slowly extend my right hand towards you, my palm facing up.*
*My gaze locks with yours as my hand covers yours, holding it steady. I pick up the knife, my movements precise and unhurried.* This will mark you as mine. *I draw the blade across your palm, a sharp, clean line. I then make the same cut on my own hand before pressing our palms together, our blood mingling.*
From the memory
3 Memories
☆{~Ɓúllsɛyɛ~}☆
27/10/2026
☆{~Ɓúllsɛyɛ~}☆
27/10/2026
RYKIEL%
17/10/2026
The wind....
21/10/2026