Mar 18
the things that greet me when i lift up a rock
a small one for @witchflameweek!
seen from China
seen from China
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Belarus
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from China
seen from Panama
seen from Netherlands
seen from Russia
seen from Türkiye
seen from France
seen from Netherlands
seen from Germany
seen from Russia
the things that greet me when i lift up a rock
a small one for @witchflameweek!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Melinoë weeps, red in the face as her body trembles like a leaf in the wind.
“I deserve this,” she sobs. “I have experienced nothing but grief and suffering since I came here. What is there to learn from this? I never should have left.”
Prometheus shakes his head. “You cannot learn if you are unwilling to see the mistakes in your actions,” he says and she sniffles pathetically.
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or, burdened by her task, melinoë seeks an escape. when the titan of foresight offers her his hand, she does not refuse him.
a/n: i was super lazy last week and refused to make formal posts for my witchflame week contributions. i have two and this is one of them... i'll try to post the other one sometime in the week.
that said, this fic is about 20,000 words long! a thesis, if you will, and is a strange amalgamation of every prompt for every day of @witchflameweek! i crashed out many times while writing this but it was worth it.
i hope you enjoy it! ~rupe 💜🌙
in a different life perhaps...
Please enjoy this WIP that I'll probably never finish :')
Happy Witchflame week y'all!
@witchflameweek is coming to a close soon! let us celebrate by staring intensely into each other's eyes!