Dragoncrest Cliffs Till my dying day

shameless emotional dump post :v

immediately, jorunn felt only the searing hot ire of a wife. she had never felt such ravenous shame in her whole life. enough for once kind features to fall into an almost stunned look, as if her chest had been kicked by the springing jump of a doe.

i am not here for her.

she admitted, tone washed into a neutral state. jorunn suddenly aware of every shortcoming she may have ever had in sapphique and so very desperate to hide it behind her own stoic face. a look that was not nearly as trained as the steely one of rosalyn.

perhaps it was stupidity, perhaps it was the need to prove some outlandish point. she would sit herself down as well. eyes turned out to the sea.

she only now thought of how many times she had wished in late nights to occupy the bed of—

hush.

we do not have to talk of the bad. we do not have to talk at all. i only ask to stay.

an offer to perhaps build something in silence, if rosalyn did not turn further knifed words against her.