Bane has never really liked the Falls. She doesn’t like the humidity in the air, and she doesn’t like the way it takes over her bones. She doesn’t like the feeling in her lungs. Reminds her of her father. Reminds her of the foggy memories of Thane where he had a struggle to speak, where he fought with his words to get them out. That was the way he’d been since she was born, and she’d only… she’d only really seen him a few times. She’d been young then, and the Lagoon would have benefitted her. The Peak… was not a place that she needed to be. There was no life. There was no change. The land lacked a soul, and housed only ghosts. But… that was her waypoint for now.
So she was at the Falls. Hated the falls. Bane kicks at the summery dirt, feeling it beginning to coat her legs and her chest. It’s gross. Grime settles over everything, and she doesn’t know how to handle it. That’s okay. That’s always okay. No more and no less. The green eyed monster has a roving gaze that’s trying to figure out what’s going on. She stretches, moving every muscle in her body as she plows across the ground. At least she’s got that.
The champagne just looks. She looks and gazes, something that she can’t control. Nothing, really, is within Bane’s control. Hell, she’s barely in control of herself. That’s the most beautiful part of it all. Everything is glorious, today, under the summer sun. |
