𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬....
"If I cannot have them both, I will not have either."
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐎𝐂𝐱 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐯
𝐏𝐨...
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꧁꧂
𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐊𝐀𝐙,
𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.
𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗'𝚝......
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞, 𝐂𝐲𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲. Only to find herself caged within the four walls of a rattling carriage, with two Grisha sat across from her too close for comfort and with her head in Alina's lap, suddenly passing out didn't seem like a bad idea.
Her head shot up from the other girl's lap and she shoved herself into the corner of the carriage as far away from them as physically possible. It was the feeling of flesh beneath her cheek that stunned her breath out of existence.
It burned. Not like it usually did. It was a pleasant burn, but her brain at that moment couldn't differentiate it. Burn was burn. Burn meant touch. Touch meant danger. Touch meant reliving the worst days of her life.
"Katrina I-."
Cyzarine shook her head sharply, silencing Alina's next words as she pulled her knees to her chest, trying to make herself as small a possible. Her body ached and her arm still burned.
Claustrophobic with a shit tone of haphephobia thrown in there had Cyzarine debating whether she should hold her breath till the world faded from view and face that wretched door again, or give herself a concussion by banging her head against the carriage.
She instead hid her hands between her thighs and licked violently at her skin. Keeping herself distracted with the burn.
She flicked her pale outside to see that it had begun to grow dark. She'd been out of it for hours. She looked down at herself and frowned, a kefta was draped over her shoulders, the blue fabric was intricately designed and warm. Cyzarine reacted as if it had burned her.
She yanked off her body and threw it to the floor with a hiss.
"Katrina-."
"Absolutely not."
"You're freezing, put it back on," Alina scolded Cyzarine who was very much cold, but the girl did not care.
She would not wear a kefta, she would never willingly wear one. She's shamed her people enough, putting a kefta on would put that last nail on the coffin she buried them in.
