𝓓𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝓸𝐟 𝓽𝐡𝐞 𝓡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫

she is fire. she is pain. she is a crack in the world through which something else—magic or god or the heat of every unanswered wish and impossible dream, burning eternal on the other side of everything—pours through.

fish nails

Whatever problems you may have air them. Speak your mind. I will listen. I swear it"

⠀ “ can we get rid of elaida next. ” ⠀

"You're right." She doesn't shy away from the acusation. Siuan was right, she always was. Often times she herself stirred up said inconvenience. "I'm terrified, Siuan. And I've been doing it alone for so long. The joy felt---finite."

A sigh escapes her lips, she stops and grabs onto the others hand. Forgetting her place fir a more moment. "No--you know this was different. I left with both you and Leane angry and it wasn't fair."

You've turned off on me. (Shrugs) Is that a no?

(She steps as close as possible, her hand brushing against Siuans, just enough to feel her again.) I...am sorry for how I left. How I have returned.

⠀⠀ tackles her without warning 🫂 ⠀⠀

Perhaps. Or, it was an invitation.

A bath would be more cleaning.

Then follow me, let's walk towards our spot near the fountain.

I want to talk. If you have time, of course.