girl, with an accent of blood who speaks in foreign tongues whose vowels are the sound of metal clashing. warrior, with fire in her veins and armor beneath her skin who crushes the earth beneath her feet. immortal, hair streaked with daggers and iron filling her lungs each breath invitingly toxic. princess, with lips made of glass and a voice cut from steel features born from thunder and battle. heroine, a grin made for war and eyes flecked with ash striding, powerful, into the arms of death.

Lonely, ain’t it? Yes, but my lonely is mine. Now your lonely is somebody else’s. Made by somebody else and handed to you. Ain’t that something? A secondhand lonely.

girl, with an accent of blood who speaks in foreign tongues whose vowels are the sound of metal clashing. warrior, with fire in her veins and armor beneath her skin who crushes the earth beneath her feet. immortal, hair streaked with daggers and iron filling her lungs each breath invitingly toxic. princess, with lips made of glass and a voice cut from steel features born from thunder and battle. heroine, a grin made for war and eyes flecked with ash striding, powerful, into the arms of death.

pet owner: *hears noise*

Home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there anymore.