the ascendant
she/her
twenty-nine
November 03
sootopolis
demisexual
councilwoman
champion
i got new love, new skin to wrap myself in
tagging a dragon [sapphire]
POSTED ON Oct 4, 2024 4:37:34 GMT
freya doesn't mind paxton. they're similar in a lot of ways, especially when it comes to their social prowess or lack thereof. they're intense, and rough, and freya is sure, much like herself, that he has certain people who may bring out the softer sides of him.
eva is decidedly not one of those people.
it pains freya to see eva like this - scared out of her wits, feeling vulnerable and powerless, but her tongue is thick in her mouth and nothing she can do would repair the hurt in eva's heart, or the wounds left in her pride.
rayquaza watches on with the patience of a millennia behind their eyes.
"don't intervene," she warns, finally, but her demand is more of a plea. soft golds lift to the coiling dragon above her and the serpent lowers their snout. she presses palm to scale and embers spark, skittering down her forearm; a hum resonates between the two of them, a tangible beauty that shakes the foundations of her bones.
then rayquaza ascends and their chosen stands frozen, fingers outstretched, fire a thin, coiling line between them. as they rise, segments of their body lengthen and sharpen to wicked points. ribbons unfurl in brilliant gouts of flame from either side of their head and they bellow with pure, unequivocal joy as energy races through every fiber of their being.
and down, down, down, freya stumbles forward, every instinct telling her to clutch at her stomach and curl in on herself as her marrow throbs, bone thickening to envelop the rapid growth, breaking where it must as sinew slithers over straining muscles. claws furrow in the earth and her panting is a rough, guttural sound because her throat is bloody. curved fangs crowd her mouth and her lower jaw snaps.
every single second is an eternity of pain, but rayquaza hums and all at once it is suffocated, choked as she chokes. scales ripple over her face and her arms and her horns thicken, curving upward, and the breeze whips into a frenzy.
this is the body she saw in the mirror, when all she wanted in the world was to become a monster.
this is the body that could not beat walsh.
energy ripples off the both of them in waves. freya does not draw nearer to them. in fact, she avoids eva's gaze entirely, too fixated on the fingers that have stretched into long claws - hands that have held that very woman in tender embrace.
her thoughts tease hopelessness, but this time she is not in the belly of a god, forced to kneel at an oppressor. rayquaza crashes around her, cutting off the winds that tear at her hair and spatter the blood leaking from her torn skin. they coil protectively, shielding her on all sides but from the people she, in this very moment, trusts most.
"i - " she gasps to paxton, eyes black and gold, tongue slipping around her too-full mouth, "can hold it. take. . . what you need."
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