see what it feels like to die // o - return

Maybe that was a dick move on her behalf, the sudden ghosting. Radeken had tried to convince herself not to feel bad, and she had even almost left for good. That was nearly the goal, to put an end to her foray into...into whatever, and...

Well, she hadn’t, though.  The rusty wolf had slunk back with a pouch (stolen) full of herbs (stolen) and assorted trinkets (candles, shiny gems, metal - stolen) as if it excused her absence somehow that she appeared to ne out collecting instead of pondering desertion. And it left something sharp and icy prickling inside her throat to come to terms with that reality, that she had almost left.

Not because she felt some deep, emotional kinship with he place or the creatures here, but because it would’ve meant leaving without stealing whatever she could carry on the way out, and just who would she be if she had done that? Not Radeken.

She let herself back in quietly, tiptoeing over the border as if she could just wedge herself back into the swing of things without pausing to sort herself and her leave out to anybody who asked.

//hm it’s 1am and im not on the radeken subbie and thats just how it be rn