eunice summit, district seven | finished
Aug 26, 2015 16:55:58 GMT -5
Post by eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris on Aug 26, 2015 16:55:58 GMT -5
eunice leora summit. eighteen. district seven.
"She's sleeping," she said.
Her castle began to crack on the day of her birth -- the fingertips of fate traced over the lines of fracturing caused by a girl with flesh of stone, jaw clenched as if to say;
"I'm not afraid,"
-- as a sword slit her throat, and the citizens of her kingdom extended their hands to sky, an outcry of praise under a rainfall of red sins. Eunice Leora Summit was the bloody queen, a girl who traded her heart to a witch to save her family; an absent mother kissed her eyelids closed, fleeing to the shadows, and a father's corpse was dragged out of the woods -- her siblings shed a tear as they crawled out from his twisted ribcage, but the warrior with a crown for a dagger did not falter. Eldest of a forlorn family, with the legacy as her birthright, she opted to slip a cloak of black night over the eyes of her sisters and brothers -- 'cause as long as they were breathing, so was she.
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however, was a corruption of Eunice's lung. The girl's sorrow sent black poison through Eunice's veins, and as their single mother slowly rotted in the dark of the moon, Eunice tried hard to keep her younger sister alive. Knock, knock, knock -- "Please, let me in. You need to eat." She was always allowed inside, the only one able to pass through the veils of two destroyed worlds, but Stella Summit never loved Eunice. She was a giver of life, not someone to love, and Eunice was fine with that. She never wished for love, only for her family to keep
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because Eunice Summit was terrified that she gave her childhood up for nothing; that she grew a garden in her chest just for her family to dance within, only for the vines to close around her heart and --
shatter.
Everything shattered the day Stella Summit was taken away. Eunice fought to keep her sister, but the warrior queen was brought down. Day after day after day after day after day after day after day -- Eunice watched as the closest thing she had to a child died a little more with each passing day, until a corpse like that of her father's was sent home with a detached arm and heart. Eunice became a silent storm -- dull blue eyes growing duller, bitten fingernails dragging through and pulling at straggly strands of brown, but her square jaw never quivered, and she never cried -- a boy said;
"Ripred, you're still beautiful even in sorrow,"
-- and she only blinked, having lost herself on the day she lost Stella Summit. (But she never had herself, y'know?) Her stone chest seeped in, steeling her organs and thinning the blood in her iron veins. She began to dedicate herself further; Blanche, Belle, Tarian, Cynthia, Stanley, Shaw, and Demetra were all her children, and she wrapped them up in her hardened arms despite their screams of pain because she refused to lose anyone else. The warrior queen stabbed her sword into Stella's casket, and she won't ever believe that she died. She did everything that was asked of her -- she killed herself, so that they could live, but she still lost the one thing that she tried so desperately to save.
"Sorry for your loss," they said --
-- she fell apart, lashing out with the shards of ruined soul.
"Stella Summit is not dead," said the bloody queen on her throne of familial corpses. No, she couldn't save everyone, but she'd drive herself mad with keeping the Summit family in the same graveyard --
'cause Eunice Summit won't ever die, so long as her family still bleeds from the heart that she ripped out for them.
"She's still sleeping," she lied.
