It’s like falling into deep water. Like too much sun on the warmest day of the year, like getting up too quickly after eating nothing for hours. Nothing can prepare for the way all parts of her - the essence of her - flees beneath the prick of one small golden rose thorn, dragging with it all that had carried her here to Caido through to cold depths of the cosmos. Dahlia wilts under heat and blood, gasping breathlessly around the air she sucks into her lungs.
She’s so weak, and even the disbelieving laughter that wheezes out of her body is little more than a choked, high note in the crimson drenched streets. The hands that seize her body - the shell of her body, it feels - are too large, too rough, too warm - and though she screams and struggles, there’s very little to it.
Subdued, she slumps against the grip of those who apprehend her. Empty, finished, gone.
Everything is gone.
She’s so weak, and even the disbelieving laughter that wheezes out of her body is little more than a choked, high note in the crimson drenched streets. The hands that seize her body - the shell of her body, it feels - are too large, too rough, too warm - and though she screams and struggles, there’s very little to it.
Subdued, she slumps against the grip of those who apprehend her. Empty, finished, gone.
Everything is gone.
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
