dragoness
she/her
twenty-seven
November 03
sootopolis
demisexual
councilwoman
ace
i got new love, new skin to wrap myself in
daughter
POSTED ON Oct 4, 2023 3:36:35 GMT
RECREATIONyou start to think. you start to become more than the sum of your parts. abstractions and intricacies, dreams following you into the waking world and nipping at your heels, haunting you with visions of a past made of ash and a future burnt up by reckless wildfire. someone tries to steal your best friend's stuffed ariados and you hit them. and you keep hitting them, bones growing, that fire in your veins a vicious, snarling thing, landing you in a locked bedroom for weeks on end, your only solace the love notes slipped under your door. dreams are not for you, freak, and you spit in their face, but you stand in front of the mirror with black scales on your arms and a pain over your brows. her hands are the first you let wander over the bumps on your forehead, hidden in your hairline. doctor's appointments and pills and when that doesn't work, another foster home, another family, your best friend and her stuffed ariados left behind, the golden string between you fading, slackening, becoming nothing but a forgotten once-tether. your name shows up on a screen halfway around the world and within weeks, they're on your doorstep, telling you they've found you. they've finally found you. and they love you so much, freya. you meet your first dragon, lyune, and the rumble in his throat sends you back, back, back to that moment, part of you not yet you, still moon and stardust and part of the universe, hearing your name whispered as it's meant to be. daughter of the hunt, he says, welcome home. OCT 3 - DREAM DROP DISTANCE 269 WORDS
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