#I’m here to bestow the highest honour I can…. drawing oc tarot cards

[zeebreezin]

XVI - The Tower - Perhaps it was telling how quickly the sound of the explosion was forgotten. Even with ringing ears, with hearts still pounding with fear and confusion, the people of London's eyes were pulled upwards. Every false light on the city felt forgotten, for a half moment. It hemorrhaged golden light, setting the darkness ablaze and burning like blistered caramel. So warm, so sweet. You could almost forget the taste of iron, the sound of hymns torn from burning lips. Then, of course, the light vanished, leaving only smoke and a ruined building. That’s when the screaming began.