Israfel
In the end there wasn’t really much else to say. What could she say? Nothing that already hadn’t been brought to light, of course, but still Israfel felt that it wasn’t enough. She found that no amount of words, no matter how pretty or brash, could be enough. The golden girl paces, distraught and angry, and righteously so, but the Daughter of the Sun held her tongue and simply listened. It was a lesson she was trying to learn, to listen more than she spoke, for one could learn a plethora of things by simply listening to the world around them.
Florentine knew her thoughts and opinions on the manner, and truly? Well, Israfel didn’t know what else she could say or do to support the golden girl, with her lavender floral mantle oh so heavy. The Sun Daughter knew that all she could do was support her with body and mind, no matter their differing beliefs or feelings on some matter, and care her she would, in whatever way was needed.
“Please. Take care of yourself, Florentine.” And that was that.
It was a brief parting, and as Florentine’s golden form turned and departed from her private chambers, the petals of those lilac flowers drifting to fall upon her floor, Israfel found her gaze enraptured and entranced. She remained in her position, standing stock-still, watching that little petal with a troubled gaze and a furrowed brow. That disturbed frown pulled once more upon rose-kissed lips, but still her eyes remained rooted upon the innocent little petal sitting unceremoniously upon the cobblestone floor.
Silence stretched eternal within her own chambers of crimson silks, until at last, she had to break it. “… Is this how it must be, father?” The question was spoken upon a breath, upon the barest of a whisper, and a feeling so forlorn, so troubled and confused began to rise amidst her breast. The anger from before was gone; now, only a dark somberness overwhelmed her, and the Sun Daughter heaved a breath and finally ripped her gaze away from that innocent petal. Forlorn vermilion eyes turned to focus on the window, watching the skies overhead as though they held the answers.
They would provide her with nothing, of course, but she would hope.
Florentine knew her thoughts and opinions on the manner, and truly? Well, Israfel didn’t know what else she could say or do to support the golden girl, with her lavender floral mantle oh so heavy. The Sun Daughter knew that all she could do was support her with body and mind, no matter their differing beliefs or feelings on some matter, and care her she would, in whatever way was needed.
“Please. Take care of yourself, Florentine.” And that was that.
It was a brief parting, and as Florentine’s golden form turned and departed from her private chambers, the petals of those lilac flowers drifting to fall upon her floor, Israfel found her gaze enraptured and entranced. She remained in her position, standing stock-still, watching that little petal with a troubled gaze and a furrowed brow. That disturbed frown pulled once more upon rose-kissed lips, but still her eyes remained rooted upon the innocent little petal sitting unceremoniously upon the cobblestone floor.
Silence stretched eternal within her own chambers of crimson silks, until at last, she had to break it. “… Is this how it must be, father?” The question was spoken upon a breath, upon the barest of a whisper, and a feeling so forlorn, so troubled and confused began to rise amidst her breast. The anger from before was gone; now, only a dark somberness overwhelmed her, and the Sun Daughter heaved a breath and finally ripped her gaze away from that innocent petal. Forlorn vermilion eyes turned to focus on the window, watching the skies overhead as though they held the answers.
They would provide her with nothing, of course, but she would hope.
Literally forever late but here’s my closing post. xD
