she’s a firestorm. she’s passion incarnate. she has grown up in a bottle that poured out when she was 20. and it was damned scary, but she learns quick.
her reputation is soiled. she’s disgraced and yet it’s all ancient history to her. death and dearth and dying again. her name means life and eyes ahead, looking forward with arms outstretched.
the little icicles fall straight down and split a man’s arm apart. the little steps descending down the staircase to hell. the mountain lion’s pit.
do you dare?