as the sun waits to eclipse, and the taste teases my lips,
There were few things in this life that Ashe could rely on. There was Ronin and Remi and her mother. Her consistent night terrors certainly. Her own body had always been something she could count on - perfectly expertly honed since she was a child, drilled, drilled, and drilled again until there was no room for error. Her body was a weapon, and it was hers to control.
Just… not lately.
Maybe the middle of the night wasn’t the best time to be showing up to any decent person’s home for something less than an emergency, but Ashe still found herself crouched upon the rooftop across the street. Her stomach knotted, and fire-blue eyes rimmed with red staring down at the front door of the clinic. She hadn’t exactly been kind to her body over the last year, it wasn’t as if it’d be unusual for everything to be acting out of order. Right?
The wolf was unsure enough to leave the Guildhall in the dead of night after waking from another nightly horror. When she was done involuntarily emptying her stomach in the restroom, when she was done with her shaking and her tears, she clambered out the window, heading straight for the clinic with a frantic buzz in her head.
Aafter another long moment of consideration, she left the rooftop behind to head inside. It was dark and empty within as she silently entered, but something about the scents wrapping around her were a comfort. They reminded her of another clinic, back in Northaven. Another healer that had taken her in when she had no one, and nowhere to go. She wondered if that healer still lived, or where she was.
”Phoebe?” she called into the stillness, her heart in her throat. Her hands still trembled as she pulled the string at the bottom of the stairs, and she stepped back to fold her arms over her chest.
Just… not lately.
Maybe the middle of the night wasn’t the best time to be showing up to any decent person’s home for something less than an emergency, but Ashe still found herself crouched upon the rooftop across the street. Her stomach knotted, and fire-blue eyes rimmed with red staring down at the front door of the clinic. She hadn’t exactly been kind to her body over the last year, it wasn’t as if it’d be unusual for everything to be acting out of order. Right?
The wolf was unsure enough to leave the Guildhall in the dead of night after waking from another nightly horror. When she was done involuntarily emptying her stomach in the restroom, when she was done with her shaking and her tears, she clambered out the window, heading straight for the clinic with a frantic buzz in her head.
Aafter another long moment of consideration, she left the rooftop behind to head inside. It was dark and empty within as she silently entered, but something about the scents wrapping around her were a comfort. They reminded her of another clinic, back in Northaven. Another healer that had taken her in when she had no one, and nowhere to go. She wondered if that healer still lived, or where she was.
”Phoebe?” she called into the stillness, her heart in her throat. Her hands still trembled as she pulled the string at the bottom of the stairs, and she stepped back to fold her arms over her chest.
I'm too tired to wrestle with it. will we burn or will we repent?
