[Tinya hadn't wanted to do it, either. but she was losing beloved friends left, right, and center and it turned Trench into more of a graveyard than a home. which had hurt, she honestly thought she could make a life there but she was beginning to wonder if it was ever going to be her fate to have a home.
no, she seemed destined to keep skipping from one world to the next, like skipping stones on a lake. one day, she'd go under but today wasn't that day]
I am and it's been around six months. Long enough to settle as best I can, but not so long to make bosom friends out of anyone not from Trench.
[and here, she had visible marks of her pain and cruelty. rose vines literally growing out of her and snaking around her like serpents]
As safe as I can be, I suppose? Thirteen is less overtly cruel than the Pthumerians, but no less dangerous despite a more pleasing face. And you? Where are you?
(CW: morbid thoughts)
no, she seemed destined to keep skipping from one world to the next, like skipping stones on a lake. one day, she'd go under but today wasn't that day]
I am and it's been around six months. Long enough to settle as best I can, but not so long to make bosom friends out of anyone not from Trench.
[and here, she had visible marks of her pain and cruelty. rose vines literally growing out of her and snaking around her like serpents]
As safe as I can be, I suppose? Thirteen is less overtly cruel than the Pthumerians, but no less dangerous despite a more pleasing face.
And you? Where are you?