I run to the river and dive straight in
I pray that the water will drown out the din
No, Deimos hadn't said anything- and the fear creeps back into her heart, black icy tendrils closing around her throat. "No," she says softly, "But I was... I wasn't really conscious for all of it, and it was so rushed..." Is she trying to reassure him, or herself?
Will he want a broken girl?
Her mood only darkens as he recounts the carnage; she'd had no idea how bad it was. It's enough to make her struggle to sit up, staring at Adam with an expression of abject horror and despair. "Twenty?" She repeats, incredulous, denying. How many had she known? How many had she seen, served, fed that very day?
Twenty-
She scarcely hears his next words over the ringing in her ears. Of all the disasters her home has faced, this has to be among the worst. On a day to celebrate growth and life, that it should be married by so much death... It leaves her unable to think or breathe, her heartbeat thunder in her chest.
The tears that have threatened now come in earnest, running rivulets down her cheeks. They disappear into hair that is now littered with feathers and fur, over long ears lilac and silver in tone. Wrapping her arms around herself, the girl does her best to thwart the rising sobs, long talons biting like teeth into her skin.
Will he want a broken girl?
Her mood only darkens as he recounts the carnage; she'd had no idea how bad it was. It's enough to make her struggle to sit up, staring at Adam with an expression of abject horror and despair. "Twenty?" She repeats, incredulous, denying. How many had she known? How many had she seen, served, fed that very day?
Twenty-
She scarcely hears his next words over the ringing in her ears. Of all the disasters her home has faced, this has to be among the worst. On a day to celebrate growth and life, that it should be married by so much death... It leaves her unable to think or breathe, her heartbeat thunder in her chest.
The tears that have threatened now come in earnest, running rivulets down her cheeks. They disappear into hair that is now littered with feathers and fur, over long ears lilac and silver in tone. Wrapping her arms around herself, the girl does her best to thwart the rising sobs, long talons biting like teeth into her skin.
i swallow the sound and it swallows me whole
'Til there's nothing left inside my soul
Amalia
