#pyrrha verse tag pending/

[radianthumanity-blog]

“ Again. “

     The voice of the father is loud, and commands attention; This was a basic truth, one known by every child on the mountain, but his was particularly loud and demanding, especially when she lay in the dirt below him. 

The exercise was simple; She had but to tackle him, and keep him on the ground -- basic wrestling practiced by all learning Rakkor warriors. Yet each time she rose to strike, the powerful hands of the father struck back, grabbing her by the head with his open palm and throwing her back into the soil of the freshly sowed field. 

“ Again! “ His voice boomed. Each time he knocked her down, he saw her take longer to get back up, hesitation and defeatism weighing her arms into the dirt, and the sight drew more and more anger and frustration from him -- an anger only a father could know, born from expectation and disappointment. 

“ Is this the bit of your mother in you? The divinity that buckles when power unearned is not enough to win a fight? Get up! “ @godesing

[ownliberation-blog]

@pyrrssini

she tries. she honest-to-gods makes her best damn attempt to keep a straight face.

(no, she didn’t try at all, actually.)

her façade fails--quite easily, really, when all is said and done. a mask of stone cracks, splintering down the middle & crumbling to dust.

lips twitch, but the strings sewn through the corners of her mouth, pulled taut to shape a perpetual frown, snap.

blake’s smile is nothing short of a rarity; scarcely seen but frequently sought. & the smile painting her face now can only be described as beaming. it’s wide, and bright, & perhaps a little unnerving initially--but only initially. her whole body relaxes as she makes a conscious effort to move into a less threatening pose. ( but it’s just how she stands, okay? some people have a resting bitch face, & others have a resting kill-on-sight pose. it’s natural.) a certain juxtaposition shines through, with how she unravels like a giddy ball of yarn, & how it is she who is unraveling. she, who is...

giggling?