and when i breathed - scorch

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

The image of – seemingly – delicate Rhy atop the great – in size – Vanquish brings heavy chuckles to Scorch’s charred lips. After such a shock as this (it’s not every day your close friend travels to the afterlife and offers to bring you back), Rhy’s description of the passed Desert’s King eases her mind nicely. Although she must admit that imagining him dead didn’t exactly comfort her. After all, that may be her, and sooner than later.

“No need to be so catty,” Scorch quipped at Rhy’s mention of her lioness features. A largely pained grin consumes her expression at the terrible pun, along with a couple apologetic chuckles. At least now, if anyone cared to ask, I could say that Scorch has a sense of humour. An absolutely atrocious one, but one must make the best of the worst – most shocking – situation.

In an alternate universe, Rhy chooses to argue on Carnage’s behalf, and the scene unravels from that point. Scorch reveals Hestoni’s decade of enslavement to the man Scorch refers to as the Devil. Perhaps this does not faze Rhy; she saw Gail and Carnage on the beach. She saw the window to a Beqanna perhaps not tormented by the dark god, where Carnage slipped into a permanent lull. But she did not see Scorch’s suffering, nor the way they were separated at all times. She did not see the way Carnage laughed in the face of their love, their union, and their family.

In that alternate universe, however, Rhy is not wise; in reality, she is more so than perhaps she knows.

“That bodes well with me. The Brothers are growing strong. I’ll let the Sisters know at the next meeting about the foal exchange; I’ve nothing against it, besides the fact that it has largely failed in the past. Still, no harm done in the effort.” Her voice has slipped back into her more authoritative one, though she hasn’t forgotten their easy friendly banter. Her mind whirls with thoughts, possibilities, and multiple futures which lay in her hand. For the moment, however, she speaks not on the subject.

“I ought to find Sarkis, though – the latest of my brood. She’s as adventurous as Shahrizai, as danger-prone as Simeon, and as stubborn as Kaida. A combination which makes even myself nervous, which is saying something.” Smiling warmly, the hairless rat brushes her maw to Rhy’s mid-neck before turning and vanishing into the vast Jungle underbrush, senses tuned to the search for her brazen little daughter and princess.

Scorch

Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle

Hope you don't mind I'm trying to finish some threads, and I'm positively pleased with this one. I love Rhy so much. I love all your characters, like for realsies. <3