“For centuries my hands attempted to translate what my body had screamed, but without me standing there like a bloody mug, poised and present to interpret each and every stitch, because if I’m not there then a text remains that no one knows how to read and this is how my story begins, with birth misread into death, like a damned joke, get this, so a midwife walks into an autopsy, right —“
redraw of a much older piece, words from my little old fic where miriel retrains in reciting her life, death, and everything that comes after! gave her a little tooth gap and a lip scar because miriel nibbling her lip every time she’s stressed out is undeniably canon! to me!