#unyiielding

marnie's brain is on autopilot, not thinking, just doing. she follows quickly behind takoda. "fuck, fuck, fuck." all marnie's hopes of finding britney were lost when they escaped the island⸻ that's where she should be, not here. not a thousand miles away. it seems impossible.

 ❛  hey -- if you don't      don't mind me asking ;

    how'd you do that ? i'm      guessing ...  a    portable      flamethrower ? disguised ?     or a miniature replica, maybe ?      ..though i doubt that'd generate      the proper intensity && flame size     you just displayed...     

            ‘ —— none of us did,                  but you needed all that time! ’

clad of worn leather, fingers splay afore lithesome self as though she was soothing a wounded predator. she is wholly livid, the avatar ( and aqueous eyes narrate the tale of igneous meteorites streaking against the starless skies, tragedies written upon rough-hewn surface yet echoing with the promise of more ) ; desperation undermines the carmine fury of snarled words, differing strands of vocal chords woven raw with emotions that aches and licks at piteous flesh—— an outlet sought, granted by her feverish outburst and a huff of wispy smoke from flared nostrils.

aurora's daughter speaks of alethia in pure concentration, elusive veritas siring a candid tongue, the art of savoir faire embraced. a mollifying hand places upon the tense shoulder of her friend— tone aiming to assuage mandated onus ( atlas’ worldly weight, destiny and divinity burdening the mortal psyche ). in spite of differing juvenescence, they have all been thieved of the spring of their youths, and nothing could be felt more ardently, echo so hollow, than loss.