“ shh … don’t cry. “ / for pyrrha :)c
random sentence starters | (accepting)
pyrrha’s idea of death, of her death specifically, had been so romanticized.
she imagined she’s go out in a blaze of glory were she to die of anything other than old age. fighting her hardest, protecting others, putting her whole heart into doing what was right and never wavering–she’d die with dignity, and she’s be remembered and revered for it.
instead, in her final moments, failed maiden feels her body wracked with fear, hot tears welling in pools of vibrant emerald as she stares at her shaking fingers, her trembling legs. she had been prepared to die, but that certainly doesn’t mean she wants to, and panic seems to be setting in more quickly than her rational mind can overcome it.
“please…” her voice is hoarse, weak, though she manages to hold back her tears when she looks up to meet cinder’s eyes, “please, don’t…” she begs for her life, and in that moment, it almost doesn’t feel worth living anymore. was she even brave enough in the first place? shouldn’t a proper huntress be able to stare death in the face and laugh? will they call her a coward? tears finally spill from her eyes and the invincible girl begins to cry, her failures collapsing in on her all within the last moments of her life
