Desolation comes upon the sky // Any

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

He followed her as faithfully as her shadow, despite her best efforts to be rid of him. 

Perhaps she ought to have expected as much considering the boy's youthfulness, considering that he was not weaned, considering that despite all the times she nearly burnt him with her flames or sent herself cloaked into twilight into the night, he still begged for her love and attention. Perhaps she should not have run away from his newborn figure those months ago in the night, and perhaps Brennen and Shahrizai should have apprehended the child instead of allowing her to keep it. After all, magician Brennen would have at least had the capacity to know that something would go wrong; it's just that Scorch managed to make sure that everything went wrong.

It was her strong suit, and right now, even she wouldn't deny it despite her usual tendency to find a reason to defend any of her poor qualities, against her better judgement. In years prior, during the time when she had been entrusted with Nerine after Hestia's disappearance, she would have had more wisdom in this situation than she does now; but she's fucked everything over worse than could possibly be remedied in the time that she would be Arctyrus' mother.

As such, the two meander down the length of the river, the boy obediently staying far enough behind her that she could almost pretend like she was alone. Indeed, were she to come across anyone, she would act as such; and if they had a problem with it, then she certainly had the means to address their concerns. Fire, light, and shadow would all come to her aid; she didn't need anyone coming and pointing out her short comings today.

But of course, they were glaringly obvious - so it's not like anyone would come along to comment on anything else besides how shitty she is at literally everything right now.

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle

"" come hug the self loathing rat of despair plz.