Blackwater Islands the first of sixty thousand hours obsessed with you

written to 'angel of death' and 'bed head' by manchester orchestra.  will still get you a post to our existing one, but i had to kickstart my muse <3

lazuline was gone. 

she had left without saying a word.  though cerulean should have expected it from the coldness and distance displayed over the last few months, her absence was difficult to bear. there was little time to process the first loss before she was tasked with escorting away her remaining sibling, tearing the wound fresh again.

three, two, one.

so began the journey home.

she was the only one left and it left her bitter. she had sacrificed more for them than they'd ever know. she had risked her life to absolve them of wrongdoing in the eyes of moonglow. she had seduced the pharoh of akashingo to secure a trade deal that her sister's life had hinged upon. she had sold away her mouth and body to the prophet of blackwater.

her entire life had been spent devoted to others, but what about others?

what of the life she wanted to live?

she thought of ego, the children she had chosen not to have. a wretched sound struggled up to her throat where it choked and fizzled out. anguish and wrath washed over her in equal measure. with her tongue pressed against the relentless vicegrip of her teeth, she loosed a growl that burbled into a sob.

she wanted to become historic; to destroy the coast with an earthquaking thunder of rain and fury.  that fantasy followed her to fitful sleep where she dreamt of a storm that rocked the islands.  the trees, hazy in the rain, blew sideways behind her as she ran featherlight over the sand.  the ground begain to raise, rocks suspended in the air, illuminated spontaneously by cracks of lightning.

when she looked down she realized she was caught up in the storm she thought she'd had control of.  a jolt of fear extinguished her breath.

when she awoke, her heart was pounding in her throat the same way it had in the dream.  shaken, she abandoned the thought of trying to sleep through the night — instead she ran to blackwater, to @Ego, to all that remained.