@naireach asked . in death we belong to everyone .
𝙰 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙴𝙽𝙳 . when life was ripped away from her the first time , the first act of war upon herself —— she did not feel it . no , there was nothing to feel . nothing writhed nor squirmed , nothing bled like it should have , and nothing hurt . there was a sickly silence where the force had been once , ungasping , unrelentless , and unbirthed . how a heart receded into itself so easily , how it made itself scarce in her body and caged itself behind her ribs . now that insipid little thing , that organ they call a heart —— it begs for a second death . how little he understood of it . “ i know . ” she rattles , an old croak in her throat finally waking . she has left him to the silence far too long , the quiet between their words only engulfing more and more as it grows greedy . she does not know the answer to this riddle , the proper conclusion to this tale . she wonders if he knows what it is like to die like she has . “ i always knew , i think . warm mouths passing on a story of shapes and symbols , making a history out of nothing , keeping only the good and sometimes the bad —— ” bitterly , she says it all with a tender taste on her tongue that makes her nose crinkle . she spits her words like acid , this poison that has filled her lungs so long with anger , with passion . “ i think we all knew . ” quiet , again . she lets it drift this time , ease into her mouth as her breath becomes slow , as they both stand on the edge of the snowy cliffside and watch the three suns rise . she cannot say why they have picked this place . does he remember something here ? do the ashes below , where a lone village sits , remind him of death ? what god is he looking for in those skies he stares at , she wonders . “ the only thing that belongs to us is how we want to die . ” a cool exhale , a soft murmur that chokes itself on its way out her lips . “ i think i’d want to die in my sleep . ”
𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃 . not here .
