A shaky breath. One, two. Two counts ticked by behind the quick sound of a blood roar. Three, four. A gentle blink of the reflection of the sky, full of wonder and caution which in turn ruined the gentle moment. Five, six. Her comrades, how far? Seven, eight. Another breath, the sound of crunching leaves crushing the fighting silence. A silent whisper of the wind, promising fortune. Nine, ten. A gasp for air now, breaking the silence that held for a few seconds too long. With the winter brought hunger. IQ knew this too well. Monika thrived however, Monika was strong. The flesh of a mortal wound was tender yet brought strength, an unknown strength one would find in their dying breaths. Monika fought for her life, Monika drew battle from the very being of her soul, she put her heart into her work. She returned to the world in full health, full control.
Gentle eyes blinked, the cloud that had seemingly situated over them disappearing. A gentle girl once more. She let out a melodic noise, coming deep from her chest and vibrating in her throat, exploding from an excited cavern of sharp teeth and a witty tongue. The noise brought satisfaction and with the satisfaction a giggle of a girl whom knew more battle than she should. Scarred but lovely she was, or perhaps that was just what she thought. Monika knew of no boundaries from self love. Though scared she continued to love despite the common ends.
"Hello?" her voice was surprising to hear after so long, post the fight, post the explosion, post the fire and searing heat. But here she was, here Monika was. A new place to live, a new place to love. No more suffering, no more suffering anymore.
on my mind, just too late —— tags.