dersecourse:

rose: this will really get him

rose: leads dave blindfolded through a wreath of greyed, shadowed wood, long past its verdant era, the trees ancient and towering and solid in contrast to their pale, flickering forms, like wraiths in the night, passing soon into the depths of a winding cave, dark as pitch, where she finds her way with otherworldly grace, never stumbling, never faltering, never hesitating in the labyrinth of tunnels that lead down, down, into vast plutonian realms until they reach a luminescent, scintillating river of souls and she steers the ferry across, past the guardian beasts and withered old crones with their strings of fate and long, sharp scissors, through the fields of asphodel where the inhabitants spare them a half-hearted glance and nothing else, and at the end of it all she sits upon a frozen throne of onyx and amethyst, before an abyss where even gods refuse to tread, and dons a crown of the purest silver

she speaks with a siren’s voice, in sonorous tones, and asks if he would like to be her knight?