Black Morass cus i’m heartless

ione watched the scene unfold, the sharp edge of amusement fading from her features as envy unraveled before her. the girl’s sharp tongue lashed out, but it was the hurt beneath her words that ione saw. abandonment, rejection—old wounds torn fresh.

she moved with a measured grace, pressing close to envy, allowing the girl’s trembling form to lean against her should she need. hush, child, she murmured, low and soothing, though her eyes gleamed with something firmer—something expectant. she would not crumble here. not in front of them.

then, she turned her gaze to the strangers. cold now, the warmth she had feigned moments before absent. you have done enough, her voice carried no rage, no harshness, but there was an undeniable finality to it. leave. now.

her head lifted, watching them with an unwavering stare, daring them to linger, to defy. she would not allow envy to be made a spectacle. not here. not in her presence.

and when they were gone, when their backs were swallowed by the fog, she finally turned back to envy. steady, unyielding. you are not alone.

but she would let the girl speak first. she had earned that much.