Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
For a few moments the movements were encouraging, trudging through snow, hands within hands, a family party poised and balanced for motions in the drifting void. Hope, ambitions, aspirations, clattered together in her heart, in her lungs, in her soul, and Melita thought it’d be easy, that the difficult portions were over, and they could go home. Everything would be fine. Everything would be well again. They’d be together, and they’d find a way to conquer the demons, the plagues, the rendered sicknesses, and life could go on. Continue. She wouldn’t lose them. She wouldn’t lose anyone else again; not when she could grit her teeth, not when she could smooth down claws, not when she could scrape away at the enamel of the moon and howl into its grasp. Determination had seen her through, mettle and fire had ensured this wouldn’t be such an obstacle; she could breathe, she could breathe, she could-
Then he slowed down, and she wouldn’t bear it, wouldn’t think to mire herself into this hollowed hell where everything careened into nothing all at once, where ribs were punctured and she couldn’t focus, couldn’t see straight, couldn’t understand or fathom why, why, why this was always the case. The girl would pull and tug them to infinity, to portals, and even as he keened, she was strong, she was stalwart, she was steady, following Fangorn’s lantern light, trying desperately to hang onto whatever portion of Nate she could salvage. “What do you mean?” She glanced back, to stare at his features while they traversed, to blink away the sorrow clutching over her gaze; because she wouldn’t be leaving without him.
Then he slowed down, and she wouldn’t bear it, wouldn’t think to mire herself into this hollowed hell where everything careened into nothing all at once, where ribs were punctured and she couldn’t focus, couldn’t see straight, couldn’t understand or fathom why, why, why this was always the case. The girl would pull and tug them to infinity, to portals, and even as he keened, she was strong, she was stalwart, she was steady, following Fangorn’s lantern light, trying desperately to hang onto whatever portion of Nate she could salvage. “What do you mean?” She glanced back, to stare at his features while they traversed, to blink away the sorrow clutching over her gaze; because she wouldn’t be leaving without him.
Melita
