zephyr
"My wife didn't get sick." These words are said darkly, through a curtain of pain. El didn't get sick, not in a way that you could see. Unlike Ray who wasted away before your eyes, Ella rotted from the inside out, while you were too blind to notice. Picking the bottle up again, you stare down at it angrily. "The gods don' give a flyin' fuck 'bout us. They made us to be toys." A violent motion shakes you; you raise the bottle and your voice. "Well fuckers, here's to you! Hope you're havin' fun!"
Another hard pull knocked back, you turn wild eyes to Vai. "You wanna know what happened? What happened is I went to 'em. I went to the gods and I asked for a sign and fuck a cunt if they didn' give me one! The best sign I coulda asked for, so real I could touch-"
Breaking off abruptly as a sob rises in your chest, you click your teeth closed and look away and swallow down the ache. When you speak again your voice is quiet, dangerously so. "They took'm away, Vai. Again. They let me see'm jus' t'take'm away again."
Another hard pull knocked back, you turn wild eyes to Vai. "You wanna know what happened? What happened is I went to 'em. I went to the gods and I asked for a sign and fuck a cunt if they didn' give me one! The best sign I coulda asked for, so real I could touch-"
Breaking off abruptly as a sob rises in your chest, you click your teeth closed and look away and swallow down the ache. When you speak again your voice is quiet, dangerously so. "They took'm away, Vai. Again. They let me see'm jus' t'take'm away again."
burn all the things you have to burn
save all the people you're supposed to save
save all the people you're supposed to save
