oh my goddess

Isla awakens to the sound of drums. It takes a moment to remember where she is and why - Obsidian Cathedral, Dygra bejewelled, terrible, beautiful, mother, pain and static - and longer still to realise that the drumming in her head is the sound of her heartbeat. A beating heart. Warm, smoky air that she can taste on her lips and feel in her lungs. Hot, smooth rock beneath her cheek. And something still more feral, coiled and waiting deep at her core. Not yet out of control, but very capable of becoming that way if it goes ignored. Shuddering out a breath that doesn't know if it wants to be a laugh or a sob, Isla gets her hands beneath her, then her feet, rising to stand. She wants to plunge her fingers into the ashes and lava, wants to bite her tongue to taste the blood, wants to stare into the Flowerbirth sky until the sun burns through her retinas completely. Another shivery breath and she moves, as if in a stupor, towards the entrance of the Obsidian Cathedral, groping for the light. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die