i was claimed by the queen of the unseelie court, and her claim is like ice. it aches, and it hurts, and it does not fill with any kind of warmth nor joy. it is like acid where blood should be. painful, isolating.
to be claimed by another, by someone who you wish to share that claim with, to belong... it is like finding a home. a place to be. to be accepted, and wanted, in spite of the ills and evils? to have someone wish to claim you as their own, to share a bond with you, to be proud of a connection with you? that is bliss, is it not?
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i was claimed by the queen of the unseelie court, and her claim is like ice. it aches, and it hurts, and it does not fill with any kind of warmth nor joy. it is like acid where blood should be. painful, isolating.
to be claimed by another, by someone who you wish to share that claim with, to belong... it is like finding a home. a place to be. to be accepted, and wanted, in spite of the ills and evils? to have someone wish to claim you as their own, to share a bond with you, to be proud of a connection with you? that is bliss, is it not?