but grief makes the heart burst at the seams. perhaps that is the reason why blake isolates herself , finds solace on the cotta - arc balcony on a night where not a single star twinkles in the vast night sky. she has nothing to look up at , nothing to ponder plagued thoughts at , only able to focus on the dilapidated state of her mind &. the cold breeze biting at shoulders. despite being far away from that gods forsaken piece of farmland , blake still feels shivers down her spine when she thinks back on how close she was to death. not being able to move nor think properly in the wake of crippling apathy &. the soul rendering claws that came with them. is that . . . how her victims felt in the white fang before gambol shroud stole the light from their eyes ? they didn ‘ t have the luxury of being saved from the embodiment of valour , brought to safety by a courageous rose &. her protective thorns. ugh. huff comes from nightshade as frame leans across the rail , ears perking &. frame swiveling as familiar footsteps trot their way to this tired soul like a moth to flame. ❝ oh , ruby — ❞ says blake on a relieved breath. ❝ i ‘ m sorry , i just . . . needed some air. you can go back to sleep if you want. ❞
your light is a star of its own , @crescentreap.
