@iterte / gets a smooch / accepting
damp grass beneath bare feet, a scene repeated for more times than either had cared to count. always the same in the bigger picture. always different in its details. death willed it so. if one had to suffer death by her sister’s hands again & again & again, the least they could was lift the fear of the act itself.
dying was only easy if death wanted it to be.
they knelt down next to the body, broken & bruised & uninhabitable. not suitable for a soul a minute longer, little more than a cage. death scoffed. a cruel joke, stuffing souls, valuable & beautiful & breakable, into a vessel as unpleasant as the human body. a restraint they disliked & yet had to accommodate themselves with.
but this was no time to reminisce. they had work to do & better start before the body beside them began to rot. it was such a simple act, too, leaning in, a gentle press of lips against lips & then - the body was left behind, but their friend, in her essence, was still there. not for long. soon she would be torn apart yet again only to begin the cycle anew.
but in this moment, they had a few precious moments all to themselves.
❛❛ come . ❜❜ death said, extending a hand & took pearl’s in theirs. ❛❛ you still have much to see, my dearest. ❜❜
