1 Bookmark
List of Bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
Ever since he’d sawed Kennit’s gangrene leg off in that dark hull on his family’s liveship, his mind had been heady with memories and feelings that were no longer his own. His dreams were rarely of his concoction, instead brewed from the vast ocean of Kennit’s thirty-odd years that ghosted behind him.
Wintrow dreams of Kennit and his soft wickedness. What he does after is surely not saintly.
a birthday fic for my wife, luisa <3