sanguis regnum | {mackenzie chronicles}
Dec 31, 2018 21:40:42 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker 💀 hades lochlan on Dec 31, 2018 21:40:42 GMT -5
White noise in his mind followed the uproar of the party; the world seemed pale and easy for a second as he returned to his room deeply into the night. Quiet, almost too much so. Like the calm before the storm Glamour Kinkade himself had assured Mackenzie would soon come.
He laid down in his bed, the city alive and thriving below him. They'd made it this far, Angel, and Lex, and Denali. His heart had been poured into almost half of the remaining tributes, which wasn't something he'd ever meant to do. And there was now a half-decent chance that he'd get a piece of it back, which wasn't something he'd dared to let himself hope.
He closed his eyes, and before he slumbered, he found the ornate wood of his night stand, knocking on it three times. He hadn't ever considered himself a superstitious person until he lived among the stars. People who were worshiped like gods, who had the means of crafting creatures nothing short of nightmares, of erecting arenas where the earth itself could turn on a person.
Glamour's pointed, humorless smile crept into his thoughts.
Making a man disappear?
Damn right he was superstitious.
With a click of his lamp's light switch, Mackenzie slept.words: 320
