sister .| paige & saffron

Today, she gets up on her own. Fatigued muscles push off from her shelter of a bed, no voice beckoning her to do so. The light coming in through her window is faint, nothing special as to make this day mean much of anything, but yet she finds herself sitting and staring at the grey sky. There's goosebumps on her arms, but she doesn't flinch, and there's sweat on her forehead -- but she doesn't blink, even when her eyes sting in such a beautiful manner that she has to ask herself, 'Why am I broken?' She holds out a palm, tracing the lines and finding no answers to the mysteries of her within mere flesh

She rises, an inaudible creaking of her bones, and for nearly a minute all she can do is stare at her wall -- she's memorized every inch of its white purity, save for dried splashes of alcohol and cracks in the paint where her fists came crashing down, but she can't help but to smile. Her outlook on life changes daily, a tortured kind of madness that's too human to label as anything more than just 'a sad girl being a sad girl,' as she once overheard an apothecary tell her mother. 

Paige Lowe is ruined, a white soul who was pushed into a bath of boiling tar as a child; sweet voices whisper, 'Close your eyes,' but today she does not curl up and cry as the flames rain down on her skin. No -- she walks forward, a remnant of the phase of her life where nothing could hurt her, and where she was the fire, not the charred ash left as a faint reminder. By the time she reaches Saffron's door, she's only just reached reality, and her fingertips rest against the cold wood of its surface, lingering just above the doorknob that calls for her. She taps her fingers one, two, three, four times before letting her hand go down, opening her sister's Saffron's room up to the world.

The dragon's skeleton rattles at the sight of her undoing, thousands of shared words ricocheting off the marrow of her skull, but all she can do is stare at a girl who becomes less of a sword in her stomach and more of a blurred reflection upon her shield.

"I think I miss you, Saffron," she whispers.

"Hey. Find anything out about Dad?"

About us?

[ooc: 4am; written out of random impulse. love you, zoe!]