a proper story [zahir]

[toska]

SOMEDAY WE MAY SEE A WOMAN KING

truly, it’s a lot of work, watching two worlds crumble around her. more than most people realize, in fact. sophia prefers to keep it that way. she remembers standing at the edge of the epona bridge and looking down for the ferries that will never come again. sophia doesn’t think that there was a lonelier moment in the world. not that loneliness was entirely a bad thing. isolation meant security. security meant strength. the kind of strength that a rosenburg needed to get out of bed in the morning. (the sort of isolation that meant that no one would come to their aid when their home was set ablaze) this is the lonely world that she is shaping with her hands. the thing is, no one can see the things that she has done. not from her unblemished palms and well-manicured nails.she’s not the kind of woman who enjoys collecting trophies, but her own conscience is more than enough. sophia takes it upon herself to remember. she doesn’t drown under the weight of her own mistakes. not anymore. two months is too long of a period for that. maybe the fear of making them is a natural part of her future profession, but that doesn’t seem to apply as much in a scourge apocalypse. she is still learning, after all. even now, she is learning how to approach zahir’s cold, white hospital room. thankfully, the nurses have finally stopped giving her looks of pity and accepted her as a part of their usual workweek. sophia nods at them before entering the room. she had tried to stop by daily during the first two weeks. as the doctors’ reports grew colder, her visits became less frequent. at this point, sophia thinks that the only reason she keeps him chained to all these machines is because she isn’t brave enough to let him die. she can only hope that he will forgive her for that. sophia reaches for his hand, and it is as deceptively warm as ever. “...you’re kind of cruel, you know?” her voice is quieter than usual. suddenly, her words are punctuated by the beeping of machinery. sophia has had enough time in residency to know what it means, but she doesn’t dare to hope.

NOTES 2tsunz

SWORD IN HAND SWING AT SOME EVIL AND BLEED