#silverskies

Francesca: Suvi speaking to Eza, the Wizard Sky to the Wizard Silver. How could she fear any hurricane? Her life was a storm from the time she born. Did you think I'd give up? If i could hold you for minute, darling, I'd go through it again. When the heart would cease, ours never knew peace. WHAT GOOD WOULD IT BE ON THE FAR SIDE OF THINGS? A Geas takes hold like a cancer that grows and it was too soon when that part of you was ripped away!

I, Carrion (Icarian): Suvi to her friends in Arc 3. Verse one to Ame, verse 2 to Eursulon. "If these heights should bring my fall, Let me be my own Icarian carrion... allow the ground to find its brutal way to me." And though she burns (away the lies, away the geas, away the spells left unsaid), how could she fall? Leave it now, she is sky-bound. Suvi has chosen her path and her name and she must protect her home as she falls.

Eat Your Young: arc 4 and the Grenoux children. They have to eat, the empire must press the advantage, there is something to be gained. And they will pull up the ladder when the flood comes. Steel is making sure the table is laid.

Empire Now: it's Steel's vision of the future. She would hold on for all it's worth, it's so bright. It's burning. This world is the dream and the sun is coming up on the dream.

First Time: a tale in 3 parts. First, it's for Soft and Stone, Shundri and Ahman. The first time they kissed, they drank the River Lethe and spoke some quick new music, unearthed without a name, and asked it to do what it wanted. Part 2, Sky, Suvi owes her life to flowers left there by her parents, their writings gifting life to her magic again. From Wren's cottage her curiosity ripped out by the stem by Steel. Blooming forth her every color in the moments she has left. Fighting off the absence of herself. Finally, its Stone and Steel, sharpening each other, the last time Shundri was heard out loud, the perfect genius of their hands and mouths were shocked to resignation. Come here to me, when was the last time? The last time you had a heart? The last time you loved me more than the Tower? When was the last time? But some part of Shundri came alive, sealing her daughter's fate, the final time Steel called her name.

it's late by the time the two of them manage to drag themselves back to the house after a gruelling fourteen hour shift. they're sat in the living room waiting on a pizza delivery, sienna sat on the floor propped in front of eve who is armed with a brush and detangling spray. "ow!" sienna yelps, flinching away from eve's prying hands just a little. she's being a baby and she knows it, it's not nearly as bad as anyone watching might believe. "i am staying still — kind of." she isn't, at all. she leans back against the couch again, resigned to her fate. "i saved a life today, be gentle with me."

things between them have been good lately — almost too good. part of dinah feels like she's just waiting for the other shoe to drop like it always does and another part of her is hoping, secretly, that this time they might actually manage to get somewhere with their relationship without fucking it up. but she isn't going to say that, isn't going to bring it up and cause said inevitable fuck up. the general vibe of the gala shifts when sullivan's speech finishes, di shifting in her seat to look at cyrus and gauge his reaction. "that guy knows how to kill the mood at a party," she rolls her eyes. "i feel like there could've been like.. a million better times to make that announcement."

sienna isn't sure she's ever been so uncomfortable in a crowd before. she had never even been to a party until she was in college and then when med school rolled around she had been far too focused on her studies to keep that up. so yeah, she's rusty — worse than rusty. not to mention she's in a room full of their bosses. she feels like she is under a microscope and the night has barely begun. she pulls at the hem of her dress subconsciously, shifting her gaze to eve. "so like... how many drinks do you think is appropriate for something like this? dr patel is already on his fourth but he's an attending so that's allowed, right?"

things with cyrus are easy because despite them having a fifteen year lull in their friendship and taren getting him in their metaphorical divorce, it's not hard to pick back up. she figures that probably has something to do with the fact that cyrus is about as deep as a kiddie pool, but she'll take it. "actually it's an us problem." it's not at all. it's a one thousand percent hollis problem, but she's hoping she can talk cyrus into giving her a hand. "come on. help me change my tire and i'll buy you a margarita flight at the duck."

it goes without saying that they are in a very much off phase. cyrus cruz seems to be the one bad habit (along with smoking, doomscrolling and refusing help so, maybe not the one bad habit) that she can't seem to quit. they've been going in circles for years and di wonders if she's going to be old, grey and still falling in and out of his bed. the idea makes her want to chew on glass and she hopes someone has the decency to put her out of her fucking misery if that's the case.

she doesn't look at him when he sidles up beside her even though a part of her wants to. she'd been planning on fully ignoring this interaction all together, actually, much like she has been doing for the past few weeks. speaking to him only when it comes to work and patients. continuing on with what she's doing, di pretends not to even hear his first few attempts at speaking to her but that all blows up in her face when he has the nerve to say he misses her.

"seriously?" she scoffs, whipping her head up to look at him, a brow raised in challenge. "you're not sorry about what? that you miss me? or that you had your tongue down someone else's throat right in front of me?" dinah isn't an idiot. she knows who and what cyrus is — the problem is she still wants him anyways. sometimes, at least. sometimes she wants to fill a scrub sink and hold his head under. they're complicated.