alone || belladonna oneshot

It's the beginning of the end. Anduril takes off behind the brush, disappearing within the green and I am left staring at the nothing my allies have left in their place. Slowly, feet sinking into the soil dampened by children's blood- I run away. Like they did. Men are cowards after all, fleeing after be battle is over and I find myself disappointed, staring at the body left by Anduril's desperation.

I smile. Steady steps sinking into the soil below me. Death and despair were so... messy. Crimson sits beneath my fingertips, seeping into the beds of my nails and the audacity of it all leaves my lungs void of fresh air. I can't do this- not on my own. I've never even had mud stain the tops of my boots- let alone the souls of desperate children. Even having a hand in her death leaves me shaken.

Alone. I trail mud along my cheeks and the scent of rot turns my stomach. Fuck. I can't do this alone. Back pressed to wood, digging into the small of my back and my breath comes in shallow gasps. I've done it, I've done it. Sunk my blades into another skins and we all have a hand in her death. I know we do. I smile nonetheless, grandmother's fists bunched in the back of my skull and the way she pulls my hair makes me want to scream.

I don't chance letting them find me. Instead I sleep, embraces by the velvet of night. Keeping leaves pressed to my bare skin and holding my breath ever time a branch breaks somewhere in the darkness. This is the beginning of the end, but they cant have me yet.