01-24-2019, 02:46 AM
ryatah
hell is empty and all the devils are here
It had taken her awhile, at first, to learn the differences in Beqanna. When the earth had first shifted, when mountains had moved and forests were leveled and other lands had risen from their ashes, she had been forced to adapt. Everything that she had known previously had changed, and her once deft and confident — albeit blind — steps were once more cautious, unsure. It had taken her years to truly memorize this place, and just like that, the familiarity was stripped from her. And now, with her eyes, it is like having to learn it all over again. The image that she had painted in her darkness does not completely match what she actually sees.
Everything is different. Everyone here looks different. Most of them are strangers; a glaring reminder of what she has missed.
But some have remained the same. And though they are toxic and release poison into her veins, she still relishes in the simple fact that they are familiar, even more so now that all the changes are laid before her open eyes.
He is the same too, in some ways. He is still dark and enigmatic, never tilting his head to look at her. Funny, how she never would have known that before; it is little things like that, she is discovering, that makes her feel like perhaps she never mastered her disability quite the way she had initially thought.
”I’m always out,” and there is a laugh threaded in her words, referencing to the fact that she is trying to make Tephra her home, and yet she can’t seem to make herself stay. Some parts of her will never change, it seemed — no one had a strong enough hold on her anymore to keep her rooted. Not even the one she loved most. ”And you? You just couldn’t stay away?”
Everything is different. Everyone here looks different. Most of them are strangers; a glaring reminder of what she has missed.
But some have remained the same. And though they are toxic and release poison into her veins, she still relishes in the simple fact that they are familiar, even more so now that all the changes are laid before her open eyes.
He is the same too, in some ways. He is still dark and enigmatic, never tilting his head to look at her. Funny, how she never would have known that before; it is little things like that, she is discovering, that makes her feel like perhaps she never mastered her disability quite the way she had initially thought.
”I’m always out,” and there is a laugh threaded in her words, referencing to the fact that she is trying to make Tephra her home, and yet she can’t seem to make herself stay. Some parts of her will never change, it seemed — no one had a strong enough hold on her anymore to keep her rooted. Not even the one she loved most. ”And you? You just couldn’t stay away?”