Cerulean Cape i let all my love rot inside me

Cascada hadn’t expected to be question and she glances back to him, staring at him for a long moment. She does not understand the child any more than she understands anyone else but it feels off. She can’t put her paw on it, either, so when he gives it back to her she doesn’t know what to do with it. Her jaw tightens and she weakly clears her throat. “I don’t want anything,” she tells him finally after a long moment. Everything she has always slips between her paws before she’s really given the chance to take care of it. There’s no doubt Drogon will be the same if he tags along. If he wants to, he will, and she’ll take the companionship while she has it but the inevitable end is already written across his face.

“Follow, if you want. I don’t know where I’m going,” she reiterates. She releases a slow breath and pulls herself from the shore. She’s got what she needs for the time being and so she begins the start of her new journey, wherever that may lead.