#I WILL FINISH AND POST THIS PURELY BECAUSE OF THIS STUNNING PIECE OF ART BYE

[irellia]

Let me just add the song I've been listening to nonstop while writing this chapter because it's extremely relevant to its contents.

A piece i made for @kiraman fic which yall should definitely check out at

://kiraman.tumblr.com/post/743676498388697088/𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧-𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤-𝐌𝐢𝐳𝐮-𝐀𝐔-𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭-art-by-the

(Trust me it's AMAZING)

The piece:

(Inspired by the poster for atomic blonde)

Also a quick snip from said fic. Tw!!! Murder

She clings to her like she is her lifeline, frantically, blindly, with both hands. It is hanging over her, the loss, the death, all that guilt choked up in her throat, screaming its furious grief, not letting her breathe.

She thinks of that newspaper article she saw Geraldine read over breakfast, and the woman who had her throat cut open, the ribbon of her hair soaked in blood, they had used it to strangle her, and Mizu had thought about it all morning, her mind obsessively circling back to it, horrified at the idea that something so fragile could be used to end a life, just like that.

It feels like that sometimes, inside of her body, she thinks. like she is walking and talking despite being half-corpsed. like she is hanging on by a ribbon, standing on some kind of cusp. she keeps saying - at least she went fast… I am so lucky she did not suffer,

I am so lucky, so lucky… (what a deaf thought). The idea is river-rock smooth now, all the edges worried off.