Ankyra Sound eros, giver of pain

the emerald tangled her legs around her now grievous lover. cradling her in the wake of this new wave of tears.

what a terrible thing, she thought and feared. in her mind there was no rosalyn without erzulie and the opposite seemed true too. what a horrible, terrible thing. she clutched her own fear deep away from the surface. there was no need to grieve the grieving.

she tried to gather her own strength and courage to become a pillar against the crashing waves.

you will spend all the time left in the best ways. every dream she has left that can be lived should be, hm? she offered, scooping her nose along erzulie's jaws.