❛ you aren’t obligated to be anyone’s cure. ❜
“ I KNOW . TECHNICALLY , I’M not obligated to do anything . ” cerulean hues shift , rests on SHERRY’S sleeping form . they speak of a tenderness , a kindness that could only be hers : satin sheathed STEEL . iron wrapped in silk . no one’s agency aside from her own , yet she chooses to be a voice among the SEA of godless men . ( she bears likeness to the angel on her JACKET . beautiful , ethereal , armed with a weapon . ) “ but you know what ? ” claire smiles , gentle upturn of her LIPS as she muses aloud . “ i don’t care . ” it was worth it . it was always worth it . “ if we lived our lives out of OBLIGATION , nothing would ever get done . besides , if i don’t try , then who will ? that’s the thing about HUMANS , dee . we have to look out for each other , obligations be damned . ” smile splits into a full blown grin . “ i may not be obligated to be anyone’s cure , but that isn’t going to stop ME . ”
SHITTY HOROSCOPES . @deistroyer













