☼ s e r a p h i n a ☼
someone will remember us I say
even in another time
As she stares into those empty silver eyes, they blink back.
Acknowledgement. Is that what you have spent your life chasing, like a hound after a rabbit?
You dig yourself into a burrow on unsteady ground, and you cling to what remains in the wake of ash and flame, and you spend your life in a state of blind, blind trust and faith in those some part of you knows do not deserve it, and, at the end of every single day, you tell yourself that this is okay, this is righteous, this is the way it must be, and you tell yourself that you believe it. Tell me – when you look into the eyes of your god, and you see him looking back, do you believe it?
He speaks of their quarrels, and of a future that promises change; that change sends a tremor down her spine. There are some that look to the future clear-eyed and eager, and she sees that reflected in some of the faces that crowd around her; Seraphina is always looking towards change, but she has realized, in an awkward, unsteady, and often painful manner that change is not always so simple, and it is never easy. (Growing pains, really. She always wanted time to move more quickly as a child, for things to be over quickly - and now she just wishes that they would stay the same for a moment.)
Bexley is wildfire. Her comments are met with a gentle brush of silver skin from Seraphina; that is no surprise. The surprise is the agreement of the sole member of this gathering that she has not previously encountered – Dawn’s Emissary. Somnus is a voice of quiet peace and authority. Eik – Eik is tempered steel and quiet optimism, and, as she edges forward to speak, she brushes her withers against his side in quiet thanks. Asterion…his quiet words make it clear that Dusk is still licking its wounds.
“It is true,” Seraphina says, finally, “that a foundation of conflict often breeds more unrest. However, we make our own decisions, and they are our burden to bear. Our fate is our own to craft.” Perhaps the gods had set them on a path, but she refuses to believe that it was one they had to follow. Seraphina has never believed in destiny.
“We have had our quarrels with the other courts,” She admits, then, “but we have discussed them, and, as Eik said, they all came to our aid when we needed them the most. To share a land between such diverse nations will always be a struggle, and to wish for some perfect tranquility would be naïve – but we are not so divided that we cannot speak.” Her gaze turns, then, and she addresses the god directly. “I do not think that you have come to forsake us for our quarrels, however – this feels like a warning. The world is changing. What do you mean? What do we need to prepare for?”
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tags | <3
notes | laaaaAAAAAaate post. also, barely managing to stay within the word limit, RIP.
someone will remember us I say
even in another time
As she stares into those empty silver eyes, they blink back.
Acknowledgement. Is that what you have spent your life chasing, like a hound after a rabbit?
You dig yourself into a burrow on unsteady ground, and you cling to what remains in the wake of ash and flame, and you spend your life in a state of blind, blind trust and faith in those some part of you knows do not deserve it, and, at the end of every single day, you tell yourself that this is okay, this is righteous, this is the way it must be, and you tell yourself that you believe it. Tell me – when you look into the eyes of your god, and you see him looking back, do you believe it?
He speaks of their quarrels, and of a future that promises change; that change sends a tremor down her spine. There are some that look to the future clear-eyed and eager, and she sees that reflected in some of the faces that crowd around her; Seraphina is always looking towards change, but she has realized, in an awkward, unsteady, and often painful manner that change is not always so simple, and it is never easy. (Growing pains, really. She always wanted time to move more quickly as a child, for things to be over quickly - and now she just wishes that they would stay the same for a moment.)
Bexley is wildfire. Her comments are met with a gentle brush of silver skin from Seraphina; that is no surprise. The surprise is the agreement of the sole member of this gathering that she has not previously encountered – Dawn’s Emissary. Somnus is a voice of quiet peace and authority. Eik – Eik is tempered steel and quiet optimism, and, as she edges forward to speak, she brushes her withers against his side in quiet thanks. Asterion…his quiet words make it clear that Dusk is still licking its wounds.
“It is true,” Seraphina says, finally, “that a foundation of conflict often breeds more unrest. However, we make our own decisions, and they are our burden to bear. Our fate is our own to craft.” Perhaps the gods had set them on a path, but she refuses to believe that it was one they had to follow. Seraphina has never believed in destiny.
“We have had our quarrels with the other courts,” She admits, then, “but we have discussed them, and, as Eik said, they all came to our aid when we needed them the most. To share a land between such diverse nations will always be a struggle, and to wish for some perfect tranquility would be naïve – but we are not so divided that we cannot speak.” Her gaze turns, then, and she addresses the god directly. “I do not think that you have come to forsake us for our quarrels, however – this feels like a warning. The world is changing. What do you mean? What do we need to prepare for?”
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tags | <3
notes | laaaaAAAAAaate post. also, barely managing to stay within the word limit, RIP.
I'M IN A ROOM MADE OUT OF MIRRORSand there's no way to escape the violence of a girl against herself.☼please tag Sera! contact is encouraged, short of violence
