The flesh of the fruit is dense and rich. As it leaves her hands, the girl who was Judgement exhales, her thick cloak of feathers falling limp; the weight drags her down into a rough sitting position, both legs folded underneath, upon the uneven soil.
"My name," she murmurs—"I don't know. In becoming—like this—I've lost... words. Even before, even as I was supposed to be—I forgot it, I left it behind, it was taken from me. I can't get it back. I have no name."
The burning leaves of the newborn tree rustle and whisper to each other, like a restless audience. The girl who was Judgement closes her eyes as if she is listening.
"This is all," she says without looking; "the castle, it must be the castle, it's given me this. Enough to heal. Enough to feed. That's what I mean—what you, too, must have thought, that you were enough, to offer yourself up to me, though I was insatiable... you tried to help me, because you could."
Then she lifts her head, enough to prop her chin up on the heel of her hand, just to watch Frisk eat.
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Date: 2017-12-16 12:52 pm (UTC)"My name," she murmurs—"I don't know. In becoming—like this—I've lost... words. Even before, even as I was supposed to be—I forgot it, I left it behind, it was taken from me. I can't get it back. I have no name."
The burning leaves of the newborn tree rustle and whisper to each other, like a restless audience. The girl who was Judgement closes her eyes as if she is listening.
"This is all," she says without looking; "the castle, it must be the castle, it's given me this. Enough to heal. Enough to feed. That's what I mean—what you, too, must have thought, that you were enough, to offer yourself up to me, though I was insatiable... you tried to help me, because you could."
Then she lifts her head, enough to prop her chin up on the heel of her hand, just to watch Frisk eat.