[private] Desolation comes upon the sky // Ea

[Scorch]

Sometimes in the chaos of life, being dead felt appealing. Not that she was suicidal - she'd just been dead once was all, and she craved the blood-thickening placidity of that time and place. Not that she really did - God knows that her and Hestoni went relatively batshit with boredom and with longing, having no children besides Rain and Wrynn to maintain contact with, the first because she also was dead, and the second because she could speak to the dead. And although there'd always been mass panic in the breadth of Scorch's chest while she'd been dead, something about panicking while being alive made being dead seem just peachy.

Something about cheating on your steadfast husband of fifty years after raising a kingdom's worth of children just made her feel, y'know, like dying.

But she couldn't die because then where would Blue go, and these new shenanigans with Nerine and Breckin and her goddamned son and everyone else on the face of the planet needed figuring out, and lord knows she needed to figure out her feelings. Except that figuring out her feelings was why she wanted to feel dead in the first place. She had yet to find out if Brennen reciprocated her feelings, and well, Hestoni had disappeared two years ago now and - well, she'd never been good at being on her own.

Night reigned the living world tonight, casting the world in silver and shadow. Scorch meandered thoughtlessly through one of Nerine's pine forests as the moon glowed. Her mind, as above, was on the world of the dead; and though she did not speak first, she cast her consciousness to the Other Side, allowing a kind of warm static to indicate her presence, wondering if some of her relatives might have some words for her. Advice, or inflammatory - it depended entirely on who picked up her call.

@[Ea]