don't worry mother,
your daughter is a soldier
Black ringed eyes watch him warily as she stands, exhausted, sad, incapable of controlling her emotions and feelings. And it’s destroying her internally. It’s painful and demoralizing, to know that she could lose control so easily. Because to her? The blight feels like nothing, nothing other than mood swings and black everything, and perhaps that’s what upsets her the most. She feels fine, capable, powerful beneath it all, but she can’t control it. And she watches Deimos warily, his eagle form smaller than hers, but still there – he’s still there, and despite her snap, he moves toward her.
She has an idea to move away from him, until his wings spread and he reaches for her with the tender tips of feathers, embracing her as tight as these forms can allow. And her eyes shutter, body trembling as she buries her face into his chest feathers, leaving black inky streaks behind. And when his voice, when the comfort reaches her through the bond, she wants to break then and there. She is not strong, she’s weak and broken, awful and terrible. A monster, out for blood, out for pain and destruction. And she hates it.
He pulls away, and she pulls back to look at him with her streaked eyes. Thank you. She tells him through what feels like and sounds like a cross between sob and uncertainty. She knows he wouldn’t lie to her, but in this form, in what she’s just done to him, she can’t imagine why he stays. But it means everything to her. Everything. She didn’t realize how much she needed to hear it, but she’s glad he said it.
She might not feel like it, but one day… One day she might.
She has an idea to move away from him, until his wings spread and he reaches for her with the tender tips of feathers, embracing her as tight as these forms can allow. And her eyes shutter, body trembling as she buries her face into his chest feathers, leaving black inky streaks behind. And when his voice, when the comfort reaches her through the bond, she wants to break then and there. She is not strong, she’s weak and broken, awful and terrible. A monster, out for blood, out for pain and destruction. And she hates it.
He pulls away, and she pulls back to look at him with her streaked eyes. Thank you. She tells him through what feels like and sounds like a cross between sob and uncertainty. She knows he wouldn’t lie to her, but in this form, in what she’s just done to him, she can’t imagine why he stays. But it means everything to her. Everything. She didn’t realize how much she needed to hear it, but she’s glad he said it.
She might not feel like it, but one day… One day she might.
KIADA
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