Pre-scratch/Post scratch Disciple
In another life, her hair still tangled at the drop of a hat. Dolorosa still brushed out her hair with a little tut and smoothed the waves that dropped to her knees despite her youth. In another life, Signless still kissed her, the shy breathless kiss of two teenagers in love. In love with the idea of love and in love with each other.
In another life, she didn't hunt, but played, stalking Darkleer only to grin down at her best friend with his back on the dirt. He asked for her to get up and she obliged him, but her hair tangled with his horns and she ended up draped over his stomach in a fit of giggles again.
In another life she knew the highest and lowest bloods because the spectrum does not matter, the world is brighter, softer. It's layered with dreams and hopes and hands clasped and fond words. Condesce play in the surf with Psiionic and Dualscar. Handmaid and Highblood scratching pictures on the dunes. Mindfang and Summoner talking by the fire.
But this isn't another life.
And she doesn't remember anything but this one. With wet nights on ships and running for her life more often than not. The life she knows is cruel, filled with sharp edges and pain. It's life with darker colors. The dimmed pastels of another life are overwritten in broad strokes of black and purple, dark greens and dirt browns.
In another life she was happy, soft, full of life and breath and dreams.
At least that's what Signless had told her.
It's what she wants to believe.
In another life, she didn't hunt, but played, stalking Darkleer only to grin down at her best friend with his back on the dirt. He asked for her to get up and she obliged him, but her hair tangled with his horns and she ended up draped over his stomach in a fit of giggles again.
In another life she knew the highest and lowest bloods because the spectrum does not matter, the world is brighter, softer. It's layered with dreams and hopes and hands clasped and fond words. Condesce play in the surf with Psiionic and Dualscar. Handmaid and Highblood scratching pictures on the dunes. Mindfang and Summoner talking by the fire.
But this isn't another life.
And she doesn't remember anything but this one. With wet nights on ships and running for her life more often than not. The life she knows is cruel, filled with sharp edges and pain. It's life with darker colors. The dimmed pastels of another life are overwritten in broad strokes of black and purple, dark greens and dirt browns.
In another life she was happy, soft, full of life and breath and dreams.
At least that's what Signless had told her.
It's what she wants to believe.