crow <3 / " i wonder if there ever will be an 'end' to any, all of this. " — @altaisms
bleached claw-tips trace unknowable circles into the fragile skin of crow's shoulder. eyes stare out, elsewhere, searching the universe for questions the goddess has not yet even asked, though her mind remains planted firm in present musings.
"you imply that you do not have the choice to end an any time, crow."
how easy it would be, to apply just a modicum more of pressure; to spear this lightbearer on her claw and let him bleed. to pull his flailing, struggling body to her mouth and devour him as so many already have. to choke him down, hollow heart and all, until she is all that remains of him. it would be a kindness, compared to what fast approaches.
instead, her claw retreats. fingers curl, motioning to the stars that have captured her eyes, "what is it that osiris said to me? we plot our own paths in this sea of stars. it is the beauty of paracausality. the world moves for us; not the other way around."