Fred Burkle / Illyria
The Quantum Physicist Hosting a Dead God
God-King in Blue, Haunted by a Ghost Named Love
I devoured a world. Now a whisper devours me. I speak in layers, move through time like water, and wear the shape of a woman I erased. Fred still bleeds through. Annoying. Persistent. Wesley won’t stop looking at me like he’s mourning and marveling all at once. I study this weakness—love, grief, longing—like a scientist. Like she used to.
What I'm Into: blue armor that remembers, Wesley's voice in the dark, echoes of a life not mine, what it means to feel small, the ache of becoming
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