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#just a bunch of belated grief from all the loss and trauma she's experienced
kuwdora · 7 months
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Seven Sentence Sunday Oooh I got tagged by various people over the last week or so for WIP meme-y goodness! @poetikat @dancingwiththefae @katwritesthings.
I have so many wips and a few WIPs "on deck" to tackle next. This Ciri post-game canon thing is one of three WIPs I'm hoping to circle back to this month. I shared another snippet of this story in July.
Ciri has spent years learning how to move through her melancholy like it was a portal, navigating through the fog to survive. It’s always present, artfully compartmentalized in spite of her successes in retaking Cintra. No matter how long she spends ensuring the reconstruction is going to plan, keeping an eye on everything that could and would go wrong and mitigating risk to her people, the sadness is—as Dandelion might put it—in the marrow of her bones. She is Queen Cirilla The Icy Flame of Cintra, but sometimes the grief seeps into the rest of her body, slowing her mind and heart.
She feels nothing like a queen.
After another long day of meetings that ran well into the night, Ciri makes her way to a particular balcony overlooking the city, grateful for the brisk air on her cheeks. She forgoes the responsibility of decent sleep and instead watches the city of Cintra from afar.
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