@LunaEternelle a woman whose immediate thought hadn't been violence. Odd, she thought.
". . ."
She gave but an inquisitive head tilt as her ill fitted answer. Was the girl lost? She looked far too 'human' to be lost in the realm of perpetual unrest.
@LunaEternelle The field comprised solely of white carnations had occupied her aimless gaze for the entirety of that day. It hadn't been until an empathetic song called to her heart that she turned to find an interloper in her midst. Brighter than the eternal moon of that realm, there stood >
Judged for breathing.
Attacked for merely being.
Cast away for blemishing the righteous reflection of perfection.
Ah.
How cold it has become beneath the hood.
Frigid though digits may be, still they clench at the sword, pulling free its bloody edge.
@GriffeHime The cannon will be lowered as such, then. She won't determine those ocean blue eyes as venomous, even if mysterious.
Distance will be kept, for the cold world has taught her caution. Onward can they trek as a temporary alliance, perhaps...
Never one to be thanked.
Always one to be scorned.
Each fresh cut loses itself across pale flesh.
Dragging her feet, the lonely one carries into the harrowing winter.