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pyrrha finds herself on a beach
its peaceful, and quiet and the way the sun sets on the water is breathtaking. she sits down in the cool sand, feet freed from her heels, buries them in the white-yellow grains and curls her toes.
her mind is quiet. she doesnt know how long shes been here, on this strange beach with its clear sparkling water, but she knows it was long enough that the tears have dried and her mind feels numb. if this is the afterlife...it is peaceful..and vast...and so...
endless
pyrrha wonders if this might be purgatory
she feels the echo of a throb in her chest, and reaches to trace the marked skin, theres a scar at the center, an ugly pale, stark against her dark skin, as if she'd had gotten it long ago, and not just moments before or was it hours? days?....years?
pyrrha hears the cry of seagulls, smells the salt of sea, the sand is both soft and gritty against her skin and..oh the sun /is/ setting, its so pretty..it feels so real.. maybe dying isnt so bad
she tries not to think about jaune, or ren, or nora(pleasebeokay pleaseforgiveme) or any of her friends and classmates, she hopes theyre okay, (pleasepleaseplease)
she thinks of cinder(eyes of cooling metal, the arrow pointed straight to her heart, she is so so scared-)
('do you believe in destiny?' she asks the woman in flames
the smirk is gone now, replaced by an angry scowl
'yes'
and maybe thats what terrified her more then the arrow buried into her chest, that she had been destined to die from the start)
pyrrha only hopes she made a difference, somehow, and that maybe her death was significant in some way, maybe it stalled Her, maybe- it was all for nothing
really, she almost feels relieved(angryscaredhurtalone), she can finally rest now really, it was good thing she died
pyrrha blinks, her face feels wet and her breathing is ragged, what..? oh, shes crying
pyrrha tries to stem the tears with the heel of her palms but they come out like a broken dam, the sand stuck to her fingers leave a muddy messy smear across her face as she tries to wipe them away, stinging her eyes, and her sobs are loud and ugly,
she hiccups and tries to stop but her shoulders are shaking so much she falls forward on her hands and cries so hard she screams, cursing the sea, the darkening sky, the sand digging into her knees- her fingers curl into the cool sand as the last of her sobs racks through her, she watches the waves reach her finger tips, water filling into the indents left, and suddenly shes exhausted, feeling even more numb then before
pyrrha breaths in deeply, the scent of the sea and the crisp air cool against her heated face, she gulps in the last hiccuping gasp and settles back down with her knees pulled to her chest, quiet and numb
the seagulls cry out after a few minutes of blissful silence and the sky has turned from pink to blue and purple, like a blooming bruise, casting the sea into quiet darkness, its beautiful
she closes her eyes
('hello pyrrha'
pyrrha blinks awake, theres a woman in a white cape looking down at her. the beach is gone, replaced by endless field of goldenrod wheat.
her hood is pulled over but something about her is familiar
'walk with me?' the woman in white says, her voice is sweet and gentle and warm. the sky is cloudless blue.
pyrrha hesitates, just for a second.
'okay')