@forceclaws: “𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦” + glimmer
𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. The thing which eats all things. The thing she has dreaded for so long. Some small, awful part of her is almost relieved to finally receive it. She holds out her hands in a daughterish way, 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, and eats the end in that same, eucharistic fashion. Takes it as part of her. She'd never once dreamed it would be so distilled, so quiet — almost like the sinking of sleep. ...Only, it isn't quiet. A voice murders the noiselessness.
❛ Well, that's stupid. ❜ Glimmer says, and opens her eyes. A small, four-cornered room blues into view just before it warps — melting into the pale circumference of her own nausea like an ice. It's an unpleasant and unwelcome reminder that neither of them have eaten in a little over four days. She rattles a breath and tries again.
❛ That doesn't even make sense. You're already awake. Like, right now? ❜ Steeling herself again, she turns to face Catra. Tries to emulate the unpainted eyes of Bright Moon's statues, their stone bodies forward-facing and forever unsuffering. She had looked up to them for so long. But as she meets Catra's eyes through the veil of her own fatigue, she — Glimmer turns away quickly, ignoring the thick, voidal pressure behind her eyes as she moves her head. A small eternity passes, filtered through a pause.
❛ We both are. ❜ The Queen says, hushed. Do not mistake that quiet for softness.
𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 + 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 : 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨