dragoness
she/her
twenty-seven
November 03
sootopolis
demisexual
councilwoman
ace
i got new love, new skin to wrap myself in
IONIZED IDEALS
POSTED ON Mar 3, 2024 5:31:27 GMT
she says, "i danced for you once, you know. not here. not in this body," as she kneels, tucking her heels under her bottom. her hands fold gently in her lap. the draconid had different rituals for their gods. zekrom's had brought sweat to her brow. an enigmatic motion from start to finish, with every muscle strained, wrists left to twirl to mimic the storm inside of him. she reaches for the leather cord around her neck, tugs it over her head, giving a tug when it catches on her thick mane of hair. the half-moon pendant, usually a bluish gray, looks a startling phthalo in the fog. "your chosen helped get this back to me." she stares down at it, this pendant that has never meant much to her, and now it feels so heavy. there is so much she still doesn't know; there's so much that feels right, but it isn't true. she only knows the reality dionysus had chained her to. "i thought i would have tired of wanting by now," she admits, thumbing the sapphire at the crescent's heart, "but i've found you want more when you're no longer selfish.
"what do any of us ever want? what are they asking you for?" she waves a hand around her, though the landscape is thick with fog, and she can see no other silhouettes. "happiness? peace? that everything, in the end, will be okay?"what about the aftermath? when this is all over? "i'd be a liar if i said i didn't want the same. but mostly, what i find myself wanting, time and time again?" her laugh is a dry, sorry thing. "for the gods to stop their meddling. some of you, i think, have good intentions, but what you've done to some of them..."you don't come back from that. whoever Elisabeth Fiorelli was before is gone. wherever FERNANDO SILPH goes when he's stuck in the 'zone,' she can't follow. MATIAS SILPH, fractured. "i'll go to any lengths to keep my loved ones safe. their happiness is my ideal world," she says and stands, dusting off her pants, fingers clasping together, head tilted in a respectful bow, "but i won't go to my death. not anymore. too many people count on me now."IONIZED IDEALS jQKrCh6|
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