don't get cut on my edges

*Cyanide* · 02-22-2023, 03:18 PM

Cyanide sighed to herself, laying down heavily in what seemed to be the only dry spot in this godforsaken snowy wasteland. Sure, the rest of the year this was a fine place to crash out, but for now? For now it was too fucking cold. She was too cranky, too chilly for all of it. She can’t help it, not being built for the cold and all. Almost, almost, she missed the cushy life that they’d had in Ashen. Not that Cy had ever fit in there, the… whatever she was of a prince. Not that she’d even had that good a time.

They couldn’t trade freedom, not for anything. Stargazers, they’d be called. What a concept that was. It was a nice enough afternoon, summer sunlight doing its best to warm her. Trying its best. It reflected off of the river, glimmering, all of the shit that Cy would have appreciated if she was someone else. Instead, she grumbled and pressed back against the steadiness of the tree behind her. Fine.

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

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