Dragoncrest Cliffs avec amour

fade? <3

In this pain, there was no one else who could understand quite like Mireille. Chacal, too, yes, of course; but in Mireille there was blood shared only between them, teeth set in mouths the same way and inflection in laughter synchronous. Born of the same day, the same soil; a childhood spent parallel, and unimaginable grief, now, too. In Sobo they lost littermate, and in Rosalyn and Erzulie they lost mothers — a despair that roared across all of Sapphique in their weeping.
That pain did not solely belong to them, nor to Coraline herself, but it felt as if it did in that moment, as her arms snake up in search of an embrace again; in search of cinnamon-soaked arms that might, just might, hold her together before she crumbles to pieces.
But life goes on. It always, always goes on. And at some point, Coraline would drag herself from the gravesites, from what little remained of those now lost to the world, and build herself anew within Sapphique, sister at her hip.
Home.