#obouros

𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 - a creature under the hand of god but , somehow the way that he cried was so sad that she could help being moved no more than she could help breathing . she had the look of a wounded bird , 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 and hangs her head like the sea fairing harbinger of death - the mighty albatross . how lovely she looks like this , wet eyed and cowed into submission - utterly debased at the immensity of her ardor for he and he alone . there is a river of his making hallowing a path straight through alina in the unperturbed and unrelenting singularity of a force of nature . there is something vast and hungry inside those waters , something vast and hungry inside of her . ‘ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐲? 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭? ’ she asks it so quietly , hardly more than a whisper , voice raw and thick choked out around the immensity of her fear . baleful , beloved is he , love and hatred unleash utterly pointless war for dominion of her heart and the wild cycle of thrashing emotions leaves alina lethargic - spent to a placidity rarely observed in her. @obouros