Andarin: The Mountains: Oh, what they're gonna do when the lights go down...

ìQuite an experience to live in fear, isn't it? That's what it is to be a slave.î
- Blade Runner

Do you think we can outrun the wind?

Of course we can. We’ve done it before, haven’t we?

And this was not home.

It had never been, not even when the final fires drenched the land and ate it, as eagerly as they had the body of her two

(unknowing, unknown)

grandchildren.

Grandchildren. The blood of Severus running with her own, as thick and moist and slick as the spies they were; it was his blood spattered on the grass, her blood, theirs.

Funny that.

“I love you, you know,” she tells the wind, nothing, everything. Whether she means Stelios or the one who actually had her, it doesn’t seem to matter. It might even be the land spread under her feet like a shawl, delicious and green and ever silent.

(I was yours, but you didn’t want me. I was not meant to be loved, I know.

Accidents rarely are.)

Ever so silent, when she stands where they used to stand.

Always.

“Are you coming?”

Her father’s voice always makes her think of blood, dripping into an open mouth. Thick.

Blood.

The wind coils around her, slowly, slowly. She doesn’t know it’s saying goodbye; she doesn’t have to. The horrible ache in her bones, where her winds were, the mushroom cloud not so very far; pain, pain, pain.

“I can’t,” but I will.

(You live only for yourself.)

Alone, just like she came to this world, Fenrisulfr turned her back to winter and wind, and walked in shadows.

fenrisulfr
some there be that shadows kiss,
such have but a shadow’s bliss