#jrabbles

ok ok more on this bcs i made myself cry

azura, after the corruption of a tainted heart slowly burns off her skin like smoke, hunched over the broken pieces of her amulet

tears running down her face, big heaving sobs wrack her body, her hands bleeding from the grip on the jagged metal and glass pieces

aqua kneels before her, exhausted and bruised and ready to collapse, fight worn by the stranger in front of her, a new face in the darkness and aqua should be suspicious and cautious but isnt

her mind warns her of the realms tricks but her heart beats in sympathy for the crying bleeding woman. looking more like a lost soul then the angry, heartless siren just a minute before

so aqua leans in close, careful and slow and like a mother to a small frightened child, gently pries open clenched hands. not caring of the stains on her gloves or the sleeves of her outfit. silent as a mouse as she pulls out pieces of metal of the woman curling into herself, hiccuping between sobs

azura cannot bring herself to care of the stranger she cries in front of. cannot care for the show of weakness, of being so pathetic and vulnerable to a stranger. there is nothing she cares more anymore then the last anchor to her home, laying in pieces in her hands.

so she cries over the object that has brought nothing but pain. a cursed reminder, a piece of metal slowly eating away at her soul. a last piece of her mother, a lost reminder of an old far away home. and now the last proof of a sacrifice she hopes was not needless. only for the hope that those she left behind would benefit in her last effort to turn a war. an amulet of pain and finality of knowing ur place in the world and seeing how very little it matters until the time is right to die. she mourns for it like one misses the heavy iron chain of a prisoner collar of one born into it.

a last piece of her, gone in this maze of endless corridors. a blackness of void so vast she cannot tell where up and down even begins.

so lost she was, letting the emptyness suck her into the dark around her, letting the shadows melt into demons wearing faces of her friends, letting the weight of their cruel, truthful words consume

burrowing into her heart like like little black maggots feasting into the open spaces, leaving a nothingness behind

azura believes this is hell, believes this is where she was meant to be