TAKE COVER, DRAGON CHILD, for your fangs are sharp and your talons are strong, but the wolves have bloody teeth and the membrane of your wings is thin and delicate and an easy target for those who would keep you on the ground. there is fire in your lungs and in your eyes and on the edge of your tongue and the tips of your fingers, but it does you no good to keep biting it back, to keep swallowing it and quelling it in favor of something less lethal. you swing from extreme to extreme, from something rotten to something docile, like you must be your mother’s daughter or your lover’s equal, like you cannot be both, like the hurt and the good cannot exist within the same skin. like you cannot reconcile the love you get from the love you did not. which is worse: to be loved with conditions, or to be loved without ? which is harder to bear: the sting of being wanted by the woman who brought you into this world only for what you can give her, or the sharpness of being loved for the girl you are, wholly, completely, and without condition or expectation ? can you swallow such grace ? can you stomach such absolution ? girl and dragon and fae and fire, it’s no wonder you exist only as a whisper or as a scream, as something caged and thrashing against the bars, desperate to get out of the confines of your mother’s not-quite-love and the stares of those who do not understand that you can be a beast who wants to fly and a girl who wants to be held and that these things can be the same, all at once. lick your wounds before you take to the skies, dragon girl. let absolution consume you. know that you did not need to be forgiven; accept the light anyway. // @jadedsight
