Work Text:
She’s always known loss. Welcomed it, embraced it, and suffered it willingly, gladly even, if not always knowingly. She ought to have expected that someday her goddess would be lost to her as well.
It was a cruel but fitting irony. For was it not the greatest act of devotion to her Lady of Loss? To shed her faith and sense of self in one fell swoop.
But with time and her gith, she finds new meaning and new purpose. Every touch: an offering. Every gasp: a prayer.
On her knees, she worships Lae’zel with lips and tongue and teeth.