chained to the ground by her mind, lead by her heart she croaked the name. " aly. "
she didnt dare turn to face the girl, for only the gods knew what she were to do, especially after the
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betrayl. it burned through her; how well she knew alyria. only death could seperate the thin line connecting them. she almost knew what was going to be said, but had no idea what she'd do.
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⠀ ⠀ 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴, what the sweet voice from the dead did to her. heaven and hell pulled at her——she had no control of her own body. she knew who waited for her, because she once did, too.
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hesitance: the grandeur of a brilliant mind–——–or a broken one. it came easily to her, especially now that she’d *𝓼hattered. she heard the other’s voice through the door, and as she listened hard enough, daniela
like hearing how unfit they both are to rule. she can’t leave, either. so, she *enters the darkened room, doe hues searching for light. shaky hymn of speech interrupts the hard silence; 〝dannie ﹖〞 she braces
⠀ ⠀ she usually wouldnt be awake at this un——-godly time, but it was a sense of welcoming of the light to come for the kingdom. one she would not know the pleasure of leading. though, at the sound ﹠
during winter–——–time, night came quicker in debora, alyria had learnt during her time there. perhaps to the residents, the sky growing dark early brought joy. that, for them, meant nothing was out of the ordinary.
no better, her brother. her mirror—— her prey. what a foolish thing it all was. nevertheless, she paid no mind. the absense of the friend she once knew lingered for far too long. ﹠