And I feel like my castle's crumbling down
And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground
And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground
Sohalia looked, in a word, terrible.
Her eyes were red from weeping, and there were dark smudges beneath them from where Soh could no longer sleep, tormented by the sight of her beloved companion disappearing behind the dragon's jaws over and over and over again. Her golden hair was up in a messy bun - but unlike all the time she'd worn it like that before, this time, the look wasn't intentional. There was nothing polished about the simple wardrobe she'd chosen for herself, either - just a simple t-shirt and shorts. In fact, she looked utterly unremarkable, so much so that the people who had once called her their Heart barely spared her a passing glance.
She sat on a bench in the Pacifist Plaza, her knees tucked to her chest, one hand touching the shoulder where Tarak had always perched. It still felt impossible to believe that he was actually gone. It seemed like, at any moment, he should swoop down from the clear blue skies and begin preening himself like he always had. He'd always been vain that way.
A fresh wave of tears bubbled to the surface, but Soh blinked them away. She was not going to have a meltdown in public.
But as soon as a familiar ship touched down in the middle of the plaza and a familiar blonde disembarked, that thought went promptly out the window. Standing from her perch, Soh took a few short steps towards Flora, her lower lip quivering dangerously. "Flora," she said, her voice raw. "He's gone."
Her eyes were red from weeping, and there were dark smudges beneath them from where Soh could no longer sleep, tormented by the sight of her beloved companion disappearing behind the dragon's jaws over and over and over again. Her golden hair was up in a messy bun - but unlike all the time she'd worn it like that before, this time, the look wasn't intentional. There was nothing polished about the simple wardrobe she'd chosen for herself, either - just a simple t-shirt and shorts. In fact, she looked utterly unremarkable, so much so that the people who had once called her their Heart barely spared her a passing glance.
She sat on a bench in the Pacifist Plaza, her knees tucked to her chest, one hand touching the shoulder where Tarak had always perched. It still felt impossible to believe that he was actually gone. It seemed like, at any moment, he should swoop down from the clear blue skies and begin preening himself like he always had. He'd always been vain that way.
A fresh wave of tears bubbled to the surface, but Soh blinked them away. She was not going to have a meltdown in public.
But as soon as a familiar ship touched down in the middle of the plaza and a familiar blonde disembarked, that thought went promptly out the window. Standing from her perch, Soh took a few short steps towards Flora, her lower lip quivering dangerously. "Flora," she said, her voice raw. "He's gone."
And you don't want to know me, I will just let you down
You don't wanna know me now
You don't wanna know me now
Sohalia
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
