FLORENTINE
always one decision away from a totally different life
“Am I?”
And she smiles, though her joy is a sun, long ago set. All of Florentine is fading gold. She has turned blood red and feels as delicate as the petals clinging to the flowers of her mane.
Oh where was her happiness? She did not know just how it completed her, until she was so full of empty places. Anger seeps in to fill her up like cancer. She longs to rage against it; fire upon fire.
Florentine has still not looked upon her brother, for her eyes do not leave a castle window. As her brother touches a thread of golden mane (soft as yarn), she wonders if the room is still the same as she recalls it (and feels the needle’s prick). Is it grace, that has Florentine turning from the window and finally gazing upon the weary form of her brother? The smile on her lips is no longer a purple sunset, but a glimmering dawn. There is a sliver of joy that sparks to life within her and reminds her of family, of love in the darkest of places.
For who was Florentine, if she was not bound together by love?
But for all she smiles warmly at her brother, her smile is as fleeting as a ghost. “After everything, you bring us here.” Weary disappointment is a stranger upon her tongue and in her heart. Ah, it makes her foreign within her own skin. With eyes that looked so impassively up at a vacant window, she gazes at her brother. The amethyst is warms with every passing moment, for to be angry is to be exhausted. Florentine is already too tired.
Her eyes close with want and her mind has wings. It carries her to wooded places with flower-strewn floors and fallen gods limned in gold. “What if I left?” She asks her brother, and leans in to him; her blood a magnet for his. Flora does not need to open her eyes to drink in Asterion’s stars, his darkness, his sadness and his light. Her eyes, though closed, are wide enough to swallow the sky, for the words are a surprise to her – and she wonders if they are for him also.
Idly she wonders, as she leans against her brother, if she means just the Night Court… or this whole world.
@Asterion <3 I love these siblings so much
★ She is clothed with strength and dignity,
and she laughs without fear of the future ★
