Dragoncrest Cliffs mythmaker

she felt hunted.

not even in an awful way, but the knowingness of erzulie pierced her time and time again. a bleeding heart for her lover.

i do not have words for it. she admitted. a soft breath on the sea breeze. these feelings had been far removed from her life. now they breathed down her neck akin to a love. it hurt to see her go. in so many ways.

the words for this particular longing remained on the back of her tongue. hidden beneath the veil of a frown.