[ Her whole body burns with it - and that for all her calm, all her position now, is her own fights, her own battle, and it burns and burns and burns. It will take everything into itself and spit it back ash. That is what she is.
But none of it, useful here. She takes a breath, centres herself. He needs none of this. Her wars are not his. Trying to draw back in, hard as what is inside refuses to stay there, no matter how she builds her fortress walls. That slow draw of words in meditation to center herself. - Kind Hearted Lord, He Who Revels For All of Time, Lord of Ghost and Demons. - and the they come up, high and broad. The walls of her home. Weathered with the canon fire and dead, but holding still.
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But none of it, useful here. She takes a breath, centres herself. He needs none of this. Her wars are not his. Trying to draw back in, hard as what is inside refuses to stay there, no matter how she builds her fortress walls. That slow draw of words in meditation to center herself. - Kind Hearted Lord, He Who Revels For All of Time, Lord of Ghost and Demons. - and the they come up, high and broad. The walls of her home. Weathered with the canon fire and dead, but holding still.
Even if the fire in it, refuses to cease. ]
( I hold to my duties, do not fear on that. )