[se] things we lost (open!)

shed every skin that doesn't fit even if they call you cold-blooded

unhinge your jaw —

The squirrel is nearly gone enough, the best parts devoured and the rest she figures her vulture form might appreciate more than the weakness of her human teeth. But before she has a chance, a sound distracts her, and she stands slowly, squirrel still in her hand as she turns to face the intruder. The corner of her lip flicks up in distaste, discarding the squirrel to the snow as she looks at who has approached. And she listens, if only half heartedly as Roana pulls out the flower.

Icy eyes drift toward Roana’s face as her curled lips shift into something akin to a smirk. “I think it looks like shit.” She remarks casually, wiping the blood off on her shirt, a cruel smile crossing her face as she tilts her head. “And I know you want to either plant the stupid thing or stab me with it.” She says with pride, as though she knows it’s true. Because she’s been stabbed multiple times and the blight within her hasn’t forgotten. And it won’t give in easily, this time.

— go for the throat

KIADA