[ she can feel the struggling stop. she can feel the protests die away in sirin's crushed throat. and finally, she can feel-
nothing. absence. void.
stelle comes with a shaky cry, trying to hold back sobs even as she grits her teeth. even as her knot swells and she ties to her girlfriend's corpse. the fingers at sirin's groin stop, pull free; she drags herself to the head of the bed, resting upright. and from there, she tries not to think about what she's done-
killed sirin a second time, ended her, destroyed her-
but rather to prepare for her return. she shuffles, pulls the sheets and blankets of the bed out and rests sirin's body beneath them. like she's all tucked in. like she'll wake up any moment, still tied to stelle and forcefully aware of just how much she loves her.
and then, while she waits for sirin to return - while she all but prays for her to return - she strokes at that violet hair, quiet and contemplative between each shuddering tense of her shoulders. ]
no subject
nothing. absence. void.
stelle comes with a shaky cry, trying to hold back sobs even as she grits her teeth. even as her knot swells and she ties to her girlfriend's corpse. the fingers at sirin's groin stop, pull free; she drags herself to the head of the bed, resting upright. and from there, she tries not to think about what she's done-
killed sirin a second time, ended her, destroyed her-
but rather to prepare for her return. she shuffles, pulls the sheets and blankets of the bed out and rests sirin's body beneath them. like she's all tucked in. like she'll wake up any moment, still tied to stelle and forcefully aware of just how much she loves her.
and then, while she waits for sirin to return - while she all but prays for her to return - she strokes at that violet hair, quiet and contemplative between each shuddering tense of her shoulders. ]