PROMPT // @herstries
❛ sooner or later even the worst luck changes. ❜
PRESUMABLY , THERE IS NOTHING LOWER THAN ROCK BOTTOM—— unless you find a shovel and start digging , and then six feet under starts to feel like a very real possibility . luck is arbitrary , fickle and chaotic on the best of days , and on the worst kind of days , it is the mother of all misfortune . right now , it’s starting to scrape the bottom of the barrel . it’s been almost two weeks on the road since their last town , and three consecutive days of nothing but foggy mornings and nonstop rain . not to mention ambushes when they least expect it . the whole thing has almost become a routine by now . complain about the rain , fight some monsters , keep going , repeat .
he hopes she’s right , but he knows better . ❛ oh , that so ? ❜ he has to take a moment to catch his breath before pulling out the sword still deep into a monster’s chest . the sound of steel scraping bone and squishy muscle is drowned by the sound of the downpour soaking them to the core . the ground has turned uneven and muddy , soft underneath each step he takes to get back to her side . ❛ ——what’s worse than worst ? because it feels like we’re heading in that direction . ❜ sharp blue narrows , eyes squinting at her , blinking water away , checking for any injuries or new visible bruises or cuts . ❛ don’t think we’re gonna see any sunshine any time soon . ❜ not that there’s anything wrong with being optimistic .. it just isn’t exactly his thing .
