every time she burns to ashes
“You will.” Absolute certainty poured out of her lungs then, another vow she intended to keep, a promise of salvation and determination. Even if Nate cannot find a way home on his own, wherever he happened to roam, she’ll go out and find him. She’ll bring them together again, ensure everything goes smoothly – even though naught really had in this tumultuous, tempestuous void. Her voice was not a whisper, but not a roar either, just a paramount and paragon of strength and fortifications. The girl had been fire and steel for a long time, and she’ll remain that way for them. “And if he’s late, then I’ll go fetch him.”
A nod of confidence, conviction, and assurance, an oath riddling across lips and behind teeth, rattling along her tongue. Persistent and keen, blunt and edged. How long was a while in terms of this sickness? In the reality of the realm, instead of the swallowing, consuming void they were immersed within? Her hand clutched tighter, because she could feel the apprehension, the sorrow, clinging to the sands and his skin, and it was devastating – when they all deserved so much more than the constant pain and the echoing terror. She wanted to be a beacon, of some sort of hope, triumph over the ruins, that they could all scramble together and nothing would go awry. The youth who would eat fire and walk on water, who would billow sands and surf apart to help them get to where they needed to be, as they wandered towards the Slagveld..
A nod of confidence, conviction, and assurance, an oath riddling across lips and behind teeth, rattling along her tongue. Persistent and keen, blunt and edged. How long was a while in terms of this sickness? In the reality of the realm, instead of the swallowing, consuming void they were immersed within? Her hand clutched tighter, because she could feel the apprehension, the sorrow, clinging to the sands and his skin, and it was devastating – when they all deserved so much more than the constant pain and the echoing terror. She wanted to be a beacon, of some sort of hope, triumph over the ruins, that they could all scramble together and nothing would go awry. The youth who would eat fire and walk on water, who would billow sands and surf apart to help them get to where they needed to be, as they wandered towards the Slagveld..
she knows how to rise again
Melita
