Date: 2025-07-04 08:01 pm (UTC)
theriflespiral: (cold)
[Dealing with her parents' deaths... Her real parents' deaths, though lord knows Lenya and Andrei tried their best to make her a good little Russian despite it all--]

[It's just not something she ever made time for. There was always something more important. Another height to reach.]

[Another rival to defeat.]

[Another bug in the gu pot of her life.]

[Even here, she has thrown herself into backing the Corsairs, with Penguin Logistics in six short months growing from an idea and a logo on a piece of paper to having minor branches in a few cities and ships that carried that hope and that intelligence far and wide.]

[Taking the time to think about them-- about all the other dead-- is... Like a kraken, that sometimes shows itself; a distant and soul-sucking fear that underlies her entire existence.]

[So. She sits. With a half-completed boat, and no idea what to do, and chattering teeth.]
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