HEL / FIRE.

but smoke has taken the night and the girl has no will to shake free the deja vu it feeds.   remember a city full of thunder ?   tonight there is no blaster fire , searing chemicals in the belly of a monster turned by profit , but the stench is all the same.   in the dark a blade sings out violence and raynne finds herself running barefoot from her bed , quiet ghost caught beneath starlight.   at first wide eyes scan for someone , anyone , a real thing to grab in what can only be waking illusion.   but escape drags a leash and all at once the child falters , clips knees on the moss below at what greets her.   

jedi killer !    faceless in the dim, wreathed in hate , but how she would know him in death.   it flares some ancient thing in her gut , this tableau , sour spur of a hate she cannot yet name ; betrayal , and more.   fear , then the rest.   but chaos bears no fruit to the idle and in the scattered heartbeat raynne chokes in what drive still rattles the slim cut of her.   hands claw to motion , pulling her near - silent to bare feet once again.   then it’s the work of mindless habit that traces her body through the night , stumbling uneven over the cold ground , barley breathing.   

another stagger , crashing to the dirt with a raw inhale , palms scrapped flat against the roots.   the girl hasn’t time to think farther , grasping as spectres in the dark as she crawls a spare few feet to the base of this nearby tree.   enough, enough.   couched shoulders fit to the hollow here , safe only in passing as shallow lungs betraying the peace she has grasped in the small moment.   how long until another figure , familiar face in the half - light.

‘   poe.   ’   oh , but such softness.  how it comes alight in this moment that only now has the girl called his name ;  laced together fear enough to find her voice and speak it , bridging familiarity in the breadth of a syllable.   fitting, perhaps.   before she never possessed the urgency.   but it exists so briefly , that word, a whisper of nothing that holds what she cannot gather into existence.   she knows what they all feel ; a shared burden in the wash of loss around them , both gripped by how the force ebbs unkind around bodies not yet cool.   death like dry iron under her tongue  ━━  a memory already too worn.   i have seen this emptiness before.

as a hard rule , no.   it’s complicated and touchy and quite frankly , familial ties of any kinda aren’t something raynne likes to even loosely evoke , let alone incorporate into her sex life even in the most removed way.   sore subject.   but , within the field of it being wholly removed from the connotations of the word itself , raynne simple isn’t excited by the social structures around this kinds of kink , not really.  by and large she’s aggressive and domineering in the bedroom , not so different from how she is in all facets of her life , and it doesn’t lend itself well to this culture.   frankly , even the association of being with someone who would view her in that light isn’t hugely comfortable on her end.    

‘ I KILLED HIM. ’ a statement, a matter of fact, existence: being. steady hands still wring at the fabric of his undershirt beneath his rough coat, calloused and scarred. he’s missing the ring finger on his left hand – gone completely, a self-inflicted wound as a lesson in rage and sorrow. his mouth twists downwards into a frown as he stares at the mass of blood – it’s nothing more than a lifeless lump. a bag of flesh, simply put. ‘ HE DIDN’T DESERVE IT. BUT I DID IT ANYWAYS. ’ it had been a small disagreement, a sliver of an argument. and then hrothmund had – had – he licks his lips, shakes his head, makes his hands come to rest at his sides. he’s still shaking with the rage of it. of course he is.   /   @adatrox.

“   can   you   stay   ?   just..   please   ?   i   know   you   have   important   things   to   do   but   i   don’t   want   to   be   alone   again   ray.   ”   fingers   curl   into   the   sleeves   of   her   sweater,   fabric   clenched   between   the   digits.   “   i   can’t.   ”