Astrid #012 octopus away from prying eyes

away from prying eyes

between temptation and terror

sealed in molten wax and blood

their grins stitched wide as if they’re in on some joke you haven’t heard yet

with fragments of bronze and silver from an old armoury box

Astrid #012 octopus away from prying eyesThey say Astrid was born beneath a sky so clear, the stars could not help but notice her. A daughter of distant constellations, she grew among silver moons and golden comets, her laughter ringing like bells through the velvet dark. Each star she touched bloomed brighter, seven in particular her chosen circle who followed wherever she wandered. Around her they danced, circling close with beads of light and colour, their hearts lit by crystal flame.