burning like a fire gone wild on saturday; Brunhilde

[brunhilde]

i'm a geyser, feel it bubbling from below
hear it call, hear it call, hear it call to me, constantly

Perhaps if she had a quieter childhood, Brunhilde would have tamed the wildfires that burn in her chest. Sometimes she wonders what she would have been like if her family had not been torn apart, like a kinder version of her lives chained to a dungeon in her head. She wonders if maybe - just maybe - she would feel a shred of happiness. Instead, she wears a mask of confidence that screams for attention; instead, she takes pleasure in destruction just as she self-destructs. Yes, the little flame possesses depths of both cruelty and kindness, and an intelligence clouded by youth.

She is equal parts her mother and father, with a little heat mixed in.

When Kensa steps from her cover, Brunhilde chokes on a swallow. She remembers the gentle way her mother held her at night, even when she wandered into Loess without permission. She remembers the love, the open arms, that same endearing look she is wearing now. Anger rises in the back of her throat. A tiny part of herself cries to not ruin one of the only loves she has in this life, but the lava is hot and unforgiving in her mouth - she wants to set anything she cannot control aflame.

But she will not. At least for the next few minutes.

“I miss you, too, Mom,” when she speaks a trail of smoke really does leave her mouth, perhaps a hint at the vitriol she desires to spit. On her next breath, she sighs instead of speaking, just for a millisecond allowing herself to feel how much she really does miss her mother’s guidance. Their chests collide in a sudden, jaunty embrace - a touch the girl finds foreign after so much time away; still, she leans into it and closes her eyes, pressing her cheek into Kensa’s firm shoulder. Butterflies rise and fall around them, landing on Kensa and Brun alike.

“It’s so lonely in Loess.”

It is lonely. It is lonely because she cannot bring herself to say I am lonely.

and hear the harmony only when it's harming me
it's not real, it's not real, it's not real enough

Brunhilde

@[Kensa]