[mature] but, oh, I got an iron in that fire; ghaul

[adna]

I will commit my soul to your door tonight, and I'll last 'til the gas fumes float on higher

Life is a constant push and pull between the two sides of her life.

The peace she has found in everyday life alongside Beth, as strange as it may be.

The guilt at knowing her peace, her joy, has come at a cost of her sister.

The fear and sorrow she feels whenever she thinks of her daughter.

It eats at her, warring in her slender chest, until she feels as though she can no longer stand it. She wakes early and leaves Taiga, moving south. She runs at times until she is breathless and her legs tremble. She walks at others, trying to puzzle through her life—trying to piece together the strangeness of it all.

She passes through Hyaline and barely notices.

Reaches the dull, echoing canyons of Pangea without even realizing.

When she looks up, night has fallen and her body is nearly spent with exhaustion—and she is no closer to understanding how she ended up here in her life than when she had left in the morning. It is then that she sees him, and even though he has grown, he is still the strange, angry boy she had met so long ago.

He is still the beginning of her losing Gospel.

Her lips peel back and her fangs show as her serpentine eyes flare with venom. The apathy bleeds out of her, the confusion dissolves, and she’s left with nothing but the anger that she knows so well.

“Ghaul,” she spits his name like a curse, squaring her shoulders as she stares at him.

in a dying love I'm nothing but a stone cold liar but, oh, I got an iron in that fire

Adna

@[ghaul]