on fire growing old

Selene is all things bright and beautiful on the surface. Beneath that, though, she's going to be something else. She's something brash and something... well, there's something strange in her chest. She doesn't like what she feels in her chest on these days. These are the days when she feels gross. When she feels particularly crass, brash, when she'll show her teeth. These are the days when Selene needs someone the most, and these are the days in which she'll be alone. Alone is a strange thing. Alone is a thing that's going to eat her alive. Alone will kill her when it starts to be winter. Hell, alone will always kill her. Alone killed Selene ever god be damned day. She continued on alone, because she didn't know how to be anything else.


Within the whispering caves, the girl wanders. Claws clicking across the ground, moving in such a way she echoed off all the walls. Selene is a mess of gorgeous chaos, you can see it in her eyes. Caves. She's moving for the caves, searching for something, anything that can show her how she feels. Still, it's not that there's anything else for her to do. It's not that there's anyone to keep her company. Walking with her head high, with her eyes bright, the girl is steady but not fast. Looking. Observing. What a day.