IRKED EDGES of rusted lips curve by a feather. there is a catch of LEVITY ruffled in her tone as she utters.❛ OH, BUT YOU COULD NEVER DISAPPOINT ME, KYLO REN. ❜ perhapsshe would have feared to speak such a name once, as a perihelion; she would have prevented the inevitable chill of her flower-bloomied spine simply because she was not used to the cold. yet here she stands know, sun hues still bold, reigning upon the rose that is she, the aphelion girl who kindles the forces of nature among both fire & ice. when they rise to meet the dark pools of blood helios, the taint of amusement is snatched from her features; it becomes replaced with the very same ice that settled within her bones; such an deadly form ice & water are they that shield her inner roses alongside THORNS & ICHOR. ❛ HOW COULD YOU? ONLY THOSE I HOPE FOR COULD. TELL ME, WHERE IS THE HOPE I HAVE FOR YOU? ❜ a pause. ❛ WHERE IS IT, KYLO REN? - THERE’S NOTHING I WANT OF YOU BUT TO PERISH. ❜ a patheticchuckle breaks her stance then.
❛ I SHOULD HAVE JUST KILLED A MONSTER LIKE YOU THEN, NO? ❜