she's smoke; Hestoni

[Scorch]

she'll be the first damn thing i want when i start drinking

She thinks of her children most predominantly. Imagines their lives, their comings and goings, their destiny and fate. Kaida, Noori, Simeon, Shahrizai, Ea, Wrynn, Leiland, Sarkis, Vi, and Volcan. Volcan most of all. The mare wonders whether she’s been found, whether the Sisters have given up their search, or if Camrynn truly was to blame for her youngest daughter’s disappearance. In the end, her line of thought is in truth a circle: running round and round the same track, an endless loop of unanswered questions.

Alas, these thoughts serve better company than most of the ghosts floating around. Scorch has yet to find Kagerou or Echion amid the grey, and most days, she lacks the energy to find them. She’s far more inclined to succumb to her thoughts, and, when she surfaces from their answerless depths, to cling to Hestoni.

Their time here has been short in comparison to many, yet she already begrudges those who manage to escape the beach. Her eyes study the seams, one in particular that her grandson escaped out of. The few who have talked to her were certain to tell her of that; it seemed to be the most exciting damn thing that has ever happened in this place. Yet even with this lovely distraction and temptation, Scorch largely focuses her energy on her husband.

Nudging the silvery giant with her grey-fire nose, Scorch nickers, the sound thin, though no longer strange to her ears. Her charred lips brush against his glistening muscle, though her touch is distant, like a breeze, like it always is down here. Hoping he responds – she always resurfaces when he calls, but sometimes it takes minutes -  Scorch rests her cheek against his own, murmuring gently to him.

“Hey, baby.”

scorch

Deadscorch is so angst, what are this aaaagh