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in the tides of time there came the ringing of bells accompanied by a sweet smell of patchouli chased with the undertones of a sickly sweet weed, tickling the shadow demon's nose. gargoyles wretched from their posts as they stretched feathery wings as far as their creaking bones would allow, screeching in the paths of eternity forever and ever. the gypsy king stirred underneath his sheets, lost in the ethereal movements of dreamscape and feverish delusion, grabbing fingertips at the curling prongs of dark red hair.

rowan.

the demon of time whispered it into his slumbering ears, cackling with a malice that only the devil himself could give as a gift. his lips fluttered aside, rolling eyes flying open in ultimate horror, whitening fists clutching at pillow and fabric to tear away from his body, awash in the drownings of ferver and anguish.

"no, you take her, and i'll find you," he went murmuring in a delicate sleepwalk, smoothing down to his bed, forgetting the crow's call of the mangled bird outside his window.

somewhere, in the framework of his mind, he swore he felt the touch of her lips.