daughters made claw first
She felt the sting of the lightning scream pierce through her shoulders in one agonizing wail; a shudder went through her, but otherwise she might have appeared calm, steady, if not oddly quiet and muted. She could play and pretend it was the depths for which she respected Noah’s answer, head tilting, eyes flickering back towards him in the spark of light in the distance, on edge, restless.
And despite discussions, albeit tipsily on her end, when it came to family dinners, they’d only mildly landed on a guess towards war entanglements. Her eyes widened as he went on, about peace, about reflections, about standings and banners and burdens – and perhaps, because she’d never thought about demigods simply no longer being that, her gaze went downcast. Could the same ever happen to her? Would Ludo one day decide everyone in Caido had been amused enough? Tired of her games and mischief? Was this what potentially all of them could be reduced to?
Swallowing down some sentiments suddenly brewing and brooding in her chest, she nodded, placing it in a vault of understanding and not digging wholly into it much further, save for maybe the last part. “And are you living? Doing all that?”
And despite discussions, albeit tipsily on her end, when it came to family dinners, they’d only mildly landed on a guess towards war entanglements. Her eyes widened as he went on, about peace, about reflections, about standings and banners and burdens – and perhaps, because she’d never thought about demigods simply no longer being that, her gaze went downcast. Could the same ever happen to her? Would Ludo one day decide everyone in Caido had been amused enough? Tired of her games and mischief? Was this what potentially all of them could be reduced to?
Swallowing down some sentiments suddenly brewing and brooding in her chest, she nodded, placing it in a vault of understanding and not digging wholly into it much further, save for maybe the last part. “And are you living? Doing all that?”
Melita
tiger roar and wolf bad
