her heart pounded like thunder. in her blood she felt the roaring of the wind. she could feel her body move before she told it to, the air whistling past her, through her. her blood was charged with lightning. she brought her sword down, and in it she felt the strength of the hurricane, tearing trees up by their roots, unstoppable.
independent / selective / canon-compliant ZOYA NAZYALENSKY of leigh bardugoās GRISHAVERSE, primarily book-based but with show & au verse available. written by PIPPA (25+, EST, she/her)
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