[P] kill the lights

[Isra]

"maybe she suffers

for the thrill of it all”

 For a moment she wishes it was tall pine and oak rising around them instead of night-flowers and sticky, sweet air. There is something in the way the space between them feels cold that makes her think of winter, of snowflakes pooling into mountains in the valley of her spine. It's why she steps closer and smiles at the way his form straightens with a promise of hard, battle-ready poise. And maybe she smiles a little bit to remind herself that there are two stars growing inside of her now instead of a war.

But oh, some mornings when she looks at the dawn alone she wishes it was a war again. Happiness is a heavier weight to hold sometimes.

Her lips almost reach for him then, to tap his shoulder like a knight deserves to be welcomed. The fireflies are still outlining her, afraid to land on the quivering magic flowing just under her surface. Isra still does not know if her touch can change horses, if she might make an eagle or a mouse of him. So she learns back and only silently urges him to come deeper into the blooming garden.

“Then I should say welcome home, Blyse.” His name feels like a blade between her teeth and she relishes in the hardness of it. At her back a flower turns bright and glittering like a north star in the dark garden. Isra does not need to turn to look at it to know which way the petals of it are pointing-- she never has.

It's blackness for her, always has been. Night-black are her dreams and each hope and thought is forever shining through her like a constellation still learning its story. She doesn't know if she'll ever learn the end of it, and she wonders what Blyse might know of endings. “Will you tell me what the long road was like?” Because she wants to know, she wants to know the way the world went on even when her whole world was falling, and crumbling, and dying.

Maybe now she can take the long road. And maybe the long road doesn't have to be so black.

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@blyse // <3

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