She(?) had been together with hir consort for a long time now. They had kept each other’s secrets and held each other close. But every language has a word for betrayal, and now it had been spoken.
An alien shape slumped despairingly by the well. Perhaps it would find new love in time–and betray them in turn. One could only hope.
Perhaps it wasn’t such a betrayal after all. The boneless ones were of the beings He had saved before the cities fell, helping Him in return was only fair. With any luck it was only just, and there might yet be something beautiful.
edited by The Elfin Cannibal on 4/26/2019