Redsand Canyon but the room is so quiet

backdated around July 30–31; past midnight, northern edge of Healer’s Pass. vaguely assuming this is going to end poorly for the Saints. vague about a lot of things, really. have a lyric title :3c

for @Renard

Wrong.

Her? Them? Donovan. This. All of it. Sleep refused her. Heavy air, heavy shoulders; moving faster than she had in days. His howl rang through the canyons and took her to a head on a stake, brown, dull lifeless.

Labyrinthian mountain gave way to evergreen. Familiar. Know your place. The viper coiled; beastly claws, gold and glimmering, tread her into the abyss. Imagine dying here, ground to sand, over something so asinine.

Donovan could show up now and drag her from this infernal trek to nowhere and Finley would not care. He’d taken his empty leap of faith, and what did he have to show? What did his follower?

“We will be positively deadly.”

Onward Finley marched.