Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-28358106-20170202150402

Cyndwella's breathing intensifies, her voice coming in short gasps.

"M-my Lord...I...miss you so much.  When...will I feel you...again?"

As if in reply, she shudders, giving a short scream as something unseen happens to her body. An echo, the merest whisper of a thought, ripples across the room. Unlit candles begin to bleed, sanguine streaks running down and dripping off the candelabras. A small flower on a nearby table wilts, then blackens and turns into something else entirely, something unspeakable as the whisper passes it by.

"...soon..."