Desperation. Not a phenomenon Tempest could typically claim, but certainly the catalyst for where shes landed. Not in peril, or pain, but in dire need of the very normalcy shes often emulated, but never been able to obtain. Now...theres nothing in her way, except all those years of being everything except what she now has to become. Herself. As soon as she figures out who that is.
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