this lighthouse I built to guide my feet has burned out and I forgot where I'm going
She manages a weak smile, not sure she can promise that, given everythin’ that’s swimmin’ in her head right now. Muddy water, the lot of it.
But her hands are still here and so are her nails. Adjusting so that one hand holds the blanket around herself, Raza takes the other on her shins, prepared to dig into herself (if she can remember to) when she gets real tired. And she should turn a bit. Yeah, that’ll help. Shiftin’ more to let herself angle towards Adam, the Torcher listens and then shakes her head.
“Nah. Gods ain’t for me. They cause more trouble’n help I think. An’ with m’bar - what could she do for me? I gotta taste things. Like t’fuck.” She shrugs. None of ‘em had ever done much to win her loyalty, least of all a brand new Goddess. “Ludo was nice," she finally concedes, "But death ain’t m’thing.”
But her hands are still here and so are her nails. Adjusting so that one hand holds the blanket around herself, Raza takes the other on her shins, prepared to dig into herself (if she can remember to) when she gets real tired. And she should turn a bit. Yeah, that’ll help. Shiftin’ more to let herself angle towards Adam, the Torcher listens and then shakes her head.
“Nah. Gods ain’t for me. They cause more trouble’n help I think. An’ with m’bar - what could she do for me? I gotta taste things. Like t’fuck.” She shrugs. None of ‘em had ever done much to win her loyalty, least of all a brand new Goddess. “Ludo was nice," she finally concedes, "But death ain’t m’thing.”
RAZA
