"They don't get to decide who you are. No one but you gets to decide who you are." from stabsilk!
AND WEAPONS DON'T WEEP: STARTERS || accepting [🏹]
|| @stabsilk
That was part of the problem, wasn't it? A part of her had decided she was still the good person she had always been, always wanting to do the right thing, to help people to protect them. A guide to the lost. But then there was that other part of her, that new part that hungered and hungered and hungered until she had no choice but to consume. That part that wanted to kill, to drink up every last drop. Leave nothing left.
She worried that was the part that was going to decide. Some days it grew increasingly impossible to ignore and resist. The lot of them were surrounded by death, blood spilling in every battle, how long before she caved? She was fighting a three-way war against the tadpole, the vampiric tendencies that cropped up the first night they were in the Shadow-Cursed Lands, and her own sense of self-control. Some nights, losing felt like an inevitability.
She huffed, lips snarling slightly as the hint of those fangs peered out. It was never directed at Amma, though. All her frustrations were pointed inward. "I feel like I'm one day away from deciding something horrible. Like I don't know if the tadpole is going to claim me first, or this thirst is. Then it doesn't matter who I decide I am, something else will have decided for me."
