[she waits for a sign, a signal, anything. there's nothing save the void, the empty space and the sound of her own breathing. the pain that radiates from many different points on her body, the sickness from the lack of magic that makes her head throb, her body feel hollow, a vessel at this point for discomfort.
I will not die. firm and unyielding. if she has to break every limb to keep going, she will. pain cannot be her boundary. live. live.
one braided hair rope, two blinded eyes of a god, one burnt owl feather, and a conviction that she'll strangle the woman with her own intestines if she has to. not the worst inventory to take.
no subject
I will not die. firm and unyielding. if she has to break every limb to keep going, she will. pain cannot be her boundary. live. live.
one braided hair rope, two blinded eyes of a god, one burnt owl feather, and a conviction that she'll strangle the woman with her own intestines if she has to. not the worst inventory to take.
freefalling into the dark, she feels weightless.
hopefully, Natsuno can keep this promise.]