Bulletproof

She has nothing left to fucking lose, right?  There was nothing else she could possibly do that was more dangerous than anything.  That was the point behind simply existing to Selene.  The starlit creature has her youth.  She has her beauty.  Those are things that won't last forever, and those are thing she can't count on sticking around-- so she'll prize them when she has them.  Her speed will never fade, a finely tuned machine.  She exercises like a god be damned maniac.  Maybe Selene is a maniac.  The dopamine release in her brain, the one that comes from running, keeps her from losing her mind.  The friendly maniac, that was a good tagline to have.  Fucking not.  It's whatever, she's going to keep learning and keep exploring until something comes along.  Not like she can still feel Lionel's voice in the back of her head.  


Love Islands?  Fucking cliche as fuck.  It doesn't really make much of a difference, it's still an island to swim out to.  It's still a swim on a decently warm day.  Weird, but that was fine.  Things were... allowed to be weird, she guessed.  Selene pretended.  It was easiest to fake it until she makes it.  Pretty, this place is, in the most absolutely cliche way possible.  The starlit shakes water in all directions as she washes up on the shore, moving with the utmost grace and poise.  Absolutely killing it.