Duskfire Glacier Ω Holding onto you while you drag me through stormy weather,

her ribs creaked with each shallow pull; she thought herself hollow, thought herself nothing but bone wrapped in torn hide. blackfell’s warmth pressed and she shuddered— not from cold but from the knowing. the knowing that he saw her, ruined as she was, still called her queen.

her eyes, dim, flickered once to him; a brief flash of grey before they sank beneath lashes again, unable to bear the weight of his vow.

she pressed her brow tighter against his, a trembling whimper rattling through her chest.

they had carved her down to splinters, left her with scars and silence. yet here he was, asking— no, demanding— to take what she could no longer hold.

her paws curled tighter beneath herself, but her voice broke, a ghost-thread slipping from her lips.

then… take it. for i cannot.