Ankyra Sound know that you shall die like whores

erzulie had known how distant rosalyn had been, how seemingly miserable, and had attributed it to the pirate's lack of desire when it came to roots. but to know how selfish she herself had become in her dealings stung the harlot a great deal. she paused, seeking to brush her lips along the side of rosalyn's face if allowed. the contact would perhaps relieve the both of them, and a constriction rose in her throat, desperation to reconnect with her love even as words evaded her tongue.
she should have understood, should have known. "i was so desperate to have a home dat i let myself be rooted quickly. so tired of running. but ... it was not just my decision to make." glancing to the ocean now, to steady herself on the sight of it, erzulie sighed. 
"but i am not tied to any piece of lan', no matter how much it suits me, rosalyn," the jezebel whispered, turning her attention back to her wife's somber features. "you are where my home is, an' i should have said dat before."