the downward spiral

Valentine was still there, he heard her plea and his deep voice was quick to follow. How’d she allowed herself to fall this far? She wanted to melt into a puddle and seep into the ground to cease existing and to stop being the burden she’d turned into. That was the easy option, the hard option was to push through the pain and grasp on to what it would take to return herself to.. to what, normal? What was normal? So many years she’d spent as a blind slave, used only for her body. What was she supposed to do?

Her thoughts swirled in her inebriated mind as she made an attempt to stand. She wasn’t so drunk she couldn’t make her way to the knolls, but she couldn’t be expected to walk in a straight line. ”yes,” she hiccupped as she found her feet and followed after his voice, feather right behind her. The arthritis medication she had been using previously was nowhere near as effective as the alcohol, but unless she thoroughly wanted to lose herself it was likely her only option.

Head and tail down Rhythm followed meekly behind the slate titan, managing only a little wobble as she went.