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✧ ▬ ˋˏ 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 ˎˊ ▬ ✧ ❝ 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒔 ❞ ༻#ˋ 。✩ 。ˊ#༺ in death we trust
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❝ you ain't a kid no more / we'll never be those kids again ❞
IVY / FRANK OCEAN.
﹙ chapter thirteen, act one ; liberosis﹚ mara cayden.
eastern island, the arena. july, 70 att.
MARA SHOULDN'T BE HERE, SHE SHOULDN'T BE ALIVE. It's deeply unfair that she still draws breath; that blood continues to rush through her veins, flushed in and out of her heart; mind whirring away with the spark of life, of existence. She's bone dry ▬▬▬ except, of course, her bloodied arm ▬▬▬ since she escaped the tidal wave crashing towards the centre of the Arena, untouched by the rising waters. It's disgusting that she's here, safe, and Hestia isn't. It's not what should've happened.
