my solemn vow, my pledged troth
This little ficlet is for @meliss-cake and her hatred of SP bullshit.
I will tell you my life’s dreams in the depth of the blue night. / My naked soul will tremble in your hands / on your shoulders my burden will weigh down. ~ Delmira Agustini
Stole the prompt from this list. This also took a bit of a weird turn.
As usual, this would nod vaguely at canon if they were to pass on the street.
It’s instinct when she wakes—gasping, the dark pressing down on her chest and crushing the breath from her, screams in her ears, blood on her hands—to pull on a shirt and bolt through her window and across the skyline.
Sakura is a whisper, flicking so fast between buildings that the only sign she was ever there are bloodied footprints. She left her boots behind in her panic, nothing but skin between her and the rough patchwork of wooden shingles and ceramic tiles and brick.
Eyes hiding behind porcelain masks track her movement, but they look away quickly, not daring to intrude on her hurting.
Sakura runs and, as always, the bedroom window is flung wide.