*facedesk*
...what the hell do you want, patronesses? What the bloody fucking hell do you want?
I'm inexplicably crying. The kind of tears that no one can hear. And I can't stop. And anyone who knows me knows that I have never been one to cry *ever* if I can help it.
I ache in ways that make no sense--the left front of my head, the roots of my upper teeth (which are completely healthy, thank you very much), my arms near the elbows, and arches of my feet...
I'm hot, which covers only a deep chill, deeper than flesh.
I can taste blood and it is not my own, and I have not drawn it from another.
A quick inventory of my existence as it stands, and not even my own flesh and blood child is good enough reason to stay on the mortal coil.
They're calling me. BOTH of them--Kali AND Persephone. Each alone is bad enough when they send their summons. Nothing bodes well when they come together--not both halves of the death circle. And I don't know why they call.
I haven't yet been presented with the key to my release. At least, I don't think I have been. I haven't yet been asked to carry out the blessed task that lies before me, and I don't think that is why they call now.
So, what is it, patronesses? Why do you call on me now?
Death is my closest and most faithful companion, friend, guide and lover. And I await the sword of morning light.
I'm inexplicably crying. The kind of tears that no one can hear. And I can't stop. And anyone who knows me knows that I have never been one to cry *ever* if I can help it.
I ache in ways that make no sense--the left front of my head, the roots of my upper teeth (which are completely healthy, thank you very much), my arms near the elbows, and arches of my feet...
I'm hot, which covers only a deep chill, deeper than flesh.
I can taste blood and it is not my own, and I have not drawn it from another.
A quick inventory of my existence as it stands, and not even my own flesh and blood child is good enough reason to stay on the mortal coil.
They're calling me. BOTH of them--Kali AND Persephone. Each alone is bad enough when they send their summons. Nothing bodes well when they come together--not both halves of the death circle. And I don't know why they call.
I haven't yet been presented with the key to my release. At least, I don't think I have been. I haven't yet been asked to carry out the blessed task that lies before me, and I don't think that is why they call now.
So, what is it, patronesses? Why do you call on me now?
Death is my closest and most faithful companion, friend, guide and lover. And I await the sword of morning light.