where had her anger gone? it ought to be burning, flaming, at the thought of some other woman bearing her lover's children. it ought to rage in her self-contained isolation, her one-way ticket to all she did not want. there was no denying of any of it - her side swelled further with each passing day, and there was no room for her - for them - here. she had put this off for as long as she may, but there was no denying what she knew now to be true. the life she's plotted out by the sea was tossed aside, and though she knew there existed methods to stop what grew inside her, she had only to think of the witch to know that that line was one she would not cross.
she searched now for @Vaati, though her mind remained loosely determined of her next goal and she doubted that she could be persuaded otherwise. she would not make room for herself here by force; perhaps once, but not now, when all of her felt dulled down and heavy. there remained then one option, and a choice she'd waylaid weeks ago.
she searched now for @Vaati, though her mind remained loosely determined of her next goal and she doubted that she could be persuaded otherwise. she would not make room for herself here by force; perhaps once, but not now, when all of her felt dulled down and heavy. there remained then one option, and a choice she'd waylaid weeks ago.
That is not dead which can eternal lie.
And with strange aeons even death may die.
And with strange aeons even death may die.
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