[ Hekate and her brother-consort keep unusual patterns upon the Hill. Almost as if strangers to it. They do not fit, they do not blend into the shadows with their pale hair and blue eyes. They are ethereal, ghostly, but always tipped in blood, crusted into their nails, stained at the hems of their clothing. They keep apart from the others. Hekate clearly does not even particularly mourn the other males left of her litter. She has deemed them weak and unfaithful and left them in Dinah's care. It does not matter, she has realized she only has care enough for Ivor. When she takes the House she wants him at her side, the father of her litters, the soft-hearted adviser at her right hand. It fills her body with certainty and lust, every time she looks at him. And it is not so very different for him, they belong to one another in a way that defies all else.
There is something untapped in them. Something that rings between them, something that comes into focus when they stand at the correct angles to one another. Like two beams of light through separate prisms overlapping to expose something forbidden. Something cryptic, ghostly, which they acquired from their mother's side of the bloodline, just as they did their blonde hair and blue eyes. Their mother was a magical thing, the jackal-hearted girl that should never have been born. Her own mother was a corpse in kind, her father the ghost of a monster, each of them tainted with the infernal. What kind of beastliness could they make, if they could unlock the secret. What kind of demon, what kind of magic...
At night, they dream in tandem of a grey world covered in fog, where all the eyes lurking in the mists are their own. A distant land where it is just they two and the magic of the world. How strange, how unlike the goals that Hekate espouses in waking: her desire to the Hill, her devotion to the black. Has she merely never known any other height to ascend? She never remembers the dreams when she awakens, and if he does Ivor says nothing.
At least not to her.
When she is not looking he takes the golem away, to be alone with it, to try and find the grey country where they run free in the night... ]
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[ Hekate and her brother-consort keep unusual patterns upon the Hill. Almost as if strangers to it. They do not fit, they do not blend into the shadows with their pale hair and blue eyes. They are ethereal, ghostly, but always tipped in blood, crusted into their nails, stained at the hems of their clothing. They keep apart from the others. Hekate clearly does not even particularly mourn the other males left of her litter. She has deemed them weak and unfaithful and left them in Dinah's care. It does not matter, she has realized she only has care enough for Ivor. When she takes the House she wants him at her side, the father of her litters, the soft-hearted adviser at her right hand. It fills her body with certainty and lust, every time she looks at him. And it is not so very different for him, they belong to one another in a way that defies all else.
There is something untapped in them. Something that rings between them, something that comes into focus when they stand at the correct angles to one another. Like two beams of light through separate prisms overlapping to expose something forbidden. Something cryptic, ghostly, which they acquired from their mother's side of the bloodline, just as they did their blonde hair and blue eyes. Their mother was a magical thing, the jackal-hearted girl that should never have been born. Her own mother was a corpse in kind, her father the ghost of a monster, each of them tainted with the infernal. What kind of beastliness could they make, if they could unlock the secret. What kind of demon, what kind of magic...
At night, they dream in tandem of a grey world covered in fog, where all the eyes lurking in the mists are their own. A distant land where it is just they two and the magic of the world. How strange, how unlike the goals that Hekate espouses in waking: her desire to the Hill, her devotion to the black. Has she merely never known any other height to ascend? She never remembers the dreams when she awakens, and if he does Ivor says nothing.
At least not to her.
When she is not looking he takes the golem away, to be alone with it, to try and find the grey country where they run free in the night... ]