Candles quietly burn away. Scribbling sounds are all that fill the air.A trio of eyes takes turns glaring into a grand tome, bound in skin.You can’t tell what it’s referencing, or if there is any deliberation in its writing; hands are busy nonetheless.Yearning for destruction and doom, it writes and writes and writes.You feel the passages it’s writing may be prophecies for someplace and sometime.

You hushed the candles, one by one.The space grew darker, but its hands won’t stop.The only light left was on the quill it held.Even that was snuffed by our breaths.Then, the whole place went dark.All that’s left is the pen in its hand.

!@)(!@&)&*%(%@!@#*(#)*(%&!@#$@$*@)$ ?@#$!!@#* !@*()!%&$(^!!!!@&(@)

You gathered the scattered candles to a single spot.The flames suddenly rise high when a gust of wind whooshes past the gathered candles.@#$!!@#*!As soon as the pillar of flame touches the book, the three eyes all whip around to glare at the Sinners.

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NOTES
- This is my fandom account. I mostly RT art, but you'll spot the occasional ramble or riddle and my usual fic/art posts.- I ship all of the Sinners together, but I particularly like DonSin, MeurDon, and HeathMael. You'll see a handful of HeathCathy, too.- Don Quixote is my favorite character.- Cannibalism enthusiast. All meat served is ethically sourced.- May or may not be T-03-21-09 let loose on Twitter.Thank you for reading.Now, more importantly, go check out Kidnapped.