Dragoncrest Cliffs and tear your garments in grief

erzulie wanted to build a world where only she and rosalyn might exist, for a time, for a time. she was not a creature who worked on impulse; she was a woman with strength and awareness of her importance. but in everything else she felt panic begin to slip.
in ironsea. in rusalka. in sapphique.
i do not want to do this alone
"when de sprin' comes, maybe you an' i can go away for a little while. de moors, maybe," the obsidian whispered, bidding her wife stay present and herself as well — rosalyn could not slip and she could not panic, not delve into anything beyond this small space that she was desperately building around their essence together, not a pall but a veil, a dome, an archway beneath only she and rosalyn could pass.
only for a while.