// Ther's no competition //
She sits surprisingly still, legs crossed in the sand as she listens to Flora bulldoze everything she thought she knew about her existence, about her parents. Having felt her mom embrace her, love her, it's hard for Nova to reconcile what she hears of this goddess who makes children for schemes. Does that make her any better than a trained soldier or a prized horse? Is she just something to be used? She'd have guessed that of Jack - even if she still secretly harbored hope of him possessing some soft chamber in his heart. But Safrin too? And to hear of the deed that did it, like some depraved act of business -
Nova can't take it.
Moisture pricks at the edge of her eyes as she squints the closed, her hands raising to cut off anything else the woman might say to corrupt her mind. "Stop! I - I don't want to know anymore... please." The last word nearly cracks, begging Flora not to hurt her anymore.
Her arms come up to hug her legs, suddenly feeling very small and insignificant in the world. It's not something she's felt before, always striving to be the biggest personality in the room, but her garish colors and exuberant nature feel cheap and dirty, like she's a mockery of something pure. Not a child of love, but transaction. The thought only makes her grasp tighten, glittering eyes staring blankly at the water in front of her, wishing to forget everything she'd heard, wishing for the first time that she'd stayed home.
Nova can't take it.
Moisture pricks at the edge of her eyes as she squints the closed, her hands raising to cut off anything else the woman might say to corrupt her mind. "Stop! I - I don't want to know anymore... please." The last word nearly cracks, begging Flora not to hurt her anymore.
Her arms come up to hug her legs, suddenly feeling very small and insignificant in the world. It's not something she's felt before, always striving to be the biggest personality in the room, but her garish colors and exuberant nature feel cheap and dirty, like she's a mockery of something pure. Not a child of love, but transaction. The thought only makes her grasp tighten, glittering eyes staring blankly at the water in front of her, wishing to forget everything she'd heard, wishing for the first time that she'd stayed home.
Nova
// because nobody can be me //
