Things You Wrote On the Walls

She’s known by dozens of names: Huntress, Faunus, coward. The scars that mark her body are a map of the life she’s led, but they always lead back to the same conclusion: she’s Blake, drowning, falling, having wished upon a million stars that failed her, every single time. Runaways have no place falling in love, but somehow, it always comes crashing in like the realest thing. At the end of night is day, called other names: a sister, a daughter, a partner. She’s all these things, but still she’s unsure of who she is. Yang's fire, only knowing this: it wasn't supposed to happen this way. Fairytales have happy endings, but what about the story that she's still struggling to write? Shards come together to form a whole, huntresses come together to create a team, lives come together to form a story.