we'll stumble through heaven

*Cyanide* · 10-23-2022, 10:36 PM

Self imposed misery. That's really all Cy has to her name, though she'd die before admitting it. She'd die before she admitted she was miserable. She'd die before she admitted it was self imposed. Really, either way, she'd simply cease to be. Pass away. Wait, no, that's dramatic. Her thoughts were dramatic, and it was leading to something weird and hostile growing in her chest. Cyanide didn't know what to make of it, what to think of it. What to make of really anything here.

Why had she even agreed to come? Fuck, Cy knew the answer to that too. Kuroki was the only reason she'd even gone to Ashen in the first place... fucking Oki. The wraith kicked at the shifting sand beneath her paws, the small amount of resistance it offered as she traipsed along the borders of the Oasis. That was dramatic. She was being fucking dramatic. Wrapped up in her feelings, Cyanide took off at a dead run. It was still a border patrol, right? She was still learning the area, right? Hell, it wasn't even like she was doing an assigned task. Self imposed. Self imposed. As with everything else, the only one who'd put Cyanide in this position was herself, and she was choosing to be pissed off about it?

Right, blame the weather. Blame her shitty mood on the weather. It was winter now, and the nights would only get colder. The nights that she was, largely, choosing to spend alone. She'd take off in one direction or another exploring, finding some fox hole or abandoned makeshift den to crash out in when she got tired. Self imposed lonesomeness had taken Cyanide over. Along the border of the Oasis, she chased her own shadow as it lengthened in the afternoon sunlight.

cyanide
he said to be cool
but i'm already coolest

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