dragoness
she/her
twenty-seven
November 03
sootopolis
demisexual
councilwoman
ace
i got new love, new skin to wrap myself in
PRISMATIC PENITENTIARY
POSTED ON Apr 21, 2024 4:47:30 GMT
the martyrs are punished swiftly and without mercy, though no triumph lingers in the aftermath of their pain. the game carries on; the other wards are still made to suffer. and they still receive their prize. she sucks in fresh air greedily when the mask pops off of her face, gaze darting over faces she prays she won't recognize. golds glance off the startling cold blue of jayden cross and then pass as she gently releases his hand, harden when she spies one Elisabeth Fiorelli and growing harder still when she lay her eyes on FERNANDO SILPH .'congratulations.'
from the dark comes a horrible sucking sound and she turns, tearing her gaze from the councilman and to the personification from a past she'd desperately crawled herself away from. a shiver runs through her - blisteringly cold, snuffing out any emboldened ardor she's managed to cling to. hand pressed to her mouth, thumb and finger clenching her cheeks - say ahhhh - and the immolation of her whole self with careless, obsessive, violent abandon. she takes an unwitting step back, not realizing that she is trembling, but she cannot move from the line. she cannot make a break for it. there's nowhere to go. "i am afraid," she whispers lowly, softly, unearthing the connection buried between them because she cannot do this alone. not again.it's her turn and her jaw is taut, fear on every upraised hair on her arms, the back of her neck. into the looking glass, liquid metal on her cheeks, spooling over her vision to spindle crystal constructs of -
'i love ye, freya,' he says and he holds you amidst twisted cream sheets, the draperies of your home hanging beside you. breakfast in the mornings, laughter in the afternoon, al fresco before the moon in the evenings.
you watch that darling daughter of his grow and you see them slowly become family. you have enough to give; you love fully. recklessly, even, because he has a badge on his chest and as he brushes aside his chain, he tells you 'thank you' for all of it. for saving him and saving them and for being you.
and there are days when you are alone, but you're never lonely again, because you stand on the bluffs, your dragons wheeling overhead, and you take in the glittering white city that is your home.
- lies. it must be. it must be.
her feet are bare. she stares down at them, uncomprehending, savoring the last remnants of a vision blurring around the scalding water. she doesn't remember undressing, but her clothes are folded neatly, and her body, battle-scarred and lean, shivers despite the heat. PRISMATIC PENITENTIARYugly ward
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