yennskier post-s2 canon, warnings for spoilers
She stumbles, coughs, and catches herself in the touch of steadying hands. The world blurs, and her body aches, and she is--
She looks up into the poet's eyes, a question in them, worry creasing his brow, and all at once, she is a girl again.
Your worst fear, she thinks, hearing his frantic rush of thoughts as if they are her own. Chaos thrums and burns and eclipses, and that awful gnawing emptiness she had felt as a powerless mortal smacks shut like a parted sea crashing back to stillness.
His very worst fears and hopes and dreams are so small in the wake of her own, but she thinks for the first time, the epiphany striking like a sharp pain, how close our wants truly lie to our fears.
It is only an instant that she looks at him, his thoughts rushing panicked and loud into her head, and then awareness of the rest of the world returns.
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