Jun 10, 2024
* grief was a spindle waiting to be pricked. unavoidable, against all odds —— we think that it will not happen to us, but it does. it does. it will. fortuna knows loss like the lines on her palms. she knows death the way she knows her cards. " i don't want to die. " @ettienchanted says, and fortuna knows she should be less callous, but she cannot find it in her. forgive her —— two hundred years of solitude hardens the tongue. " want is irrelevant. you can die. you will. even the immortal can end somehow. " nothing ever stays. her tone softens if only for a second, tinged curious. " does death frighten you ? "
