❝are you sure you can do this?❞
❝I'm not one to back down to a challenge, bells. you should know this.❞
❝I do; that's why I worry.❞
Iona isn't afraid. She's never been afraid. Not in the face of love, not in the face of Azgeda, and not in the face o...
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act one; INTO THE STORM.
i am terrified by
this dark thing
that sleeps
inside of me
her life was strangely positive. positive, a word that seemed so foreign on her tongue, as if it were written on a torn page and manifested by a language she could not understand; a word that haunted her as she considered what lay behind the storm of positivity and sunshine and ━ what was the saying? oh, yeah, rainbows. sunshine and rainbows.
a word that concerned her, scared her, and had scarred for her life.
yet, somehow, that was the word that she held onto. that was the word she used to describe her life ━ despite the swarming chaos that seemed to surround her no matter where she went. she felt a strange sense of comfort within the word. within him. maybe he was the cause for all her joy.
not a stupid word or a stupid feeling. iona didn't really believe in feelings like those, anyways. she believed in anger, lust, revenge, and numbness ━ well, in those solemn moments where she sat alone, staring into her own soul and looking deep within herself, she believed in love, too, because what else could explain that painful feeling of butterflies in her scarred stomach, or the drowning sensation of her heart pounding against her ribcage as she just stared at the man that gave her all of those lovely ━ yet terrifying ━ feelings.
