Siren Song
Lilith (Borderlands), starry night in the desert, introspective/poetic.
Getting away from everyone was its own damn quest; by the time Lilith was able to do it, it was getting dark and the Dust wasn't as warm as she'd hoped. Not that she was complaining, but she'd hoped to maybe enjoy some relentless sunlight. She dragged her feet in the sand, huffing a little to herself as she trekked up one of the rocky spires that pierced through the sandy wasteland. Sitting down on the edge, leaning her hands on her thighs, Lilith felt the weight of Roland's death again in a big way now that she was alone. Mordecai was still drinking himself silly, but that was usual, and Brick had stopped punching everything he saw - mostly, but Lilith didn't have the time to take a minute and really just...mourn. She stared at the sky, feeling like it was on her shoulders rather than some untouchable distance away. Her eyes stung and she let out a shaking breath, her toes curling inside her shoes as she shut her eyes. They could be here right now, wondering if they should go to some hypothetical 'next-step' than anything about war or the Raiders. They could get back to how things were supposed to be - the way they were for such a short time before Jack ruined everything for Pandora all over again. The siren ran her hands through her hair before leaning back and lying back on the sandy spire. The stars looked unfamiliar and she'd been here longer than she cared to remember. It was a long night and she could at least enjoy the solitude. She loved her friends, she loved company, but sometimes she burned too hot for too long and she couldn't keep that in Sanctuary. Roland had been one of the people who could handle that fire. Maybe it'd been scary for her, but Lilith was trying not to blame herself, regret everything. She couldn't go on much longer if she did that... ...and she made some promises she had to keep.










