and bury it before it buries me
Perhaps this night air could bring her some serenity. After the wildness of the party and the thrill of dancing with a stranger.
They walk, and it is silent, but Elena cannot help the smile that finds her face as she peers towards the stallion with blue eyes from underneath long, dark lashes, and the happiness that flutters in her chest like fireflies in a jar. She tucks away the joy in the pit of her stomach, but it burns still, like the embers to a smoldering fire. Her heart is a soft, fragile thing, that hides in her brambles and vines within her ribcage, so afraid to come out again.
She looks at him walking with those blue eyes, and she finds herself wanting him to look back at her, to smile at her. She isn't quite sure while she feels so disappointed when he doesn’t. Elena never has been good at hiding her emotions, they swim clear as day across her golden face, only ever illuminated bright by the sunshine that finds her. The masks she has tried to wear, has tried to cover over her face have never stuck. The shadow of her dismay holds on only for a moment before lighting up once more as she comes to stand beside him.
Sometimes, when it’s dark and no one can see her, she likes to pretend to be nothing, nobody.
In those moments it isn't sad, but neither is it peaceful. It is vacant and hollow and some how, that is the most comforting feeling of all.
A crown to show his love, Elena can only imagine such an act. She relates so much more to the beginning of that story. Theseus and his abandonment, leaving her stranded on an island to perish. Elena knows abandonment all too well, and the ache it leaves in your bones. She thinks she might like to know what it is like to be rescued by someone other than herself.
It hurts, staring up at the stars. It’s a different kind of hurt though, it starts at the base of her heart, leaking its way towards the rest of her body. She has to brush it away, she yearns for the fire she felt at the festival, but the cool night air makes her shiver instead. “Do you miss them when they go?” She asks. “Even if they come back?” She asks, her voice reaching out to him with the hushed tones of evening and starlight.
He turns into the touch she offers him and it takes all within Elena not curl into him and let herself sink into the shining beauty that is the shed star. She misses it, physical touch, she misses the way her and Lilli had fit together, and would sleep beside each other beneath Hyaline open skies, or the pattering rain of Taiga. His single touch against her, like a paintbrush against a canvas is not enough, and she finds herself suddenly all to aware of how cold she is without the bonfire to warm her back down the mountain.
“I once knew a girl who could speak to the stars,” she says, the cerulean girl with eyes made from stardust. “She said they speak of things that have been done, of what is happening, and things yet to come. The stars are the very essence of time themselves,” she says. It is only when he speaks his next words that she turns her head from the dark sky and looks at him with some sort of semblance of awe, hope, and grief. “Do you believe that’s true?” She asks him, another question, another prayer. And she realizes in that moment that she doesn't want to hear the answer if it were to sway a particular way, she scans the planes of his face before speaking again. “Tell me it’s true,” she says, her heart pounding in her chest because she thinks of all the souls her family has lost and should they be gone without a trace, she would be better off pretending otherwise.
They walk, and it is silent, but Elena cannot help the smile that finds her face as she peers towards the stallion with blue eyes from underneath long, dark lashes, and the happiness that flutters in her chest like fireflies in a jar. She tucks away the joy in the pit of her stomach, but it burns still, like the embers to a smoldering fire. Her heart is a soft, fragile thing, that hides in her brambles and vines within her ribcage, so afraid to come out again.
She looks at him walking with those blue eyes, and she finds herself wanting him to look back at her, to smile at her. She isn't quite sure while she feels so disappointed when he doesn’t. Elena never has been good at hiding her emotions, they swim clear as day across her golden face, only ever illuminated bright by the sunshine that finds her. The masks she has tried to wear, has tried to cover over her face have never stuck. The shadow of her dismay holds on only for a moment before lighting up once more as she comes to stand beside him.
Sometimes, when it’s dark and no one can see her, she likes to pretend to be nothing, nobody.
In those moments it isn't sad, but neither is it peaceful. It is vacant and hollow and some how, that is the most comforting feeling of all.
A crown to show his love, Elena can only imagine such an act. She relates so much more to the beginning of that story. Theseus and his abandonment, leaving her stranded on an island to perish. Elena knows abandonment all too well, and the ache it leaves in your bones. She thinks she might like to know what it is like to be rescued by someone other than herself.
It hurts, staring up at the stars. It’s a different kind of hurt though, it starts at the base of her heart, leaking its way towards the rest of her body. She has to brush it away, she yearns for the fire she felt at the festival, but the cool night air makes her shiver instead. “Do you miss them when they go?” She asks. “Even if they come back?” She asks, her voice reaching out to him with the hushed tones of evening and starlight.
He turns into the touch she offers him and it takes all within Elena not curl into him and let herself sink into the shining beauty that is the shed star. She misses it, physical touch, she misses the way her and Lilli had fit together, and would sleep beside each other beneath Hyaline open skies, or the pattering rain of Taiga. His single touch against her, like a paintbrush against a canvas is not enough, and she finds herself suddenly all to aware of how cold she is without the bonfire to warm her back down the mountain.
“I once knew a girl who could speak to the stars,” she says, the cerulean girl with eyes made from stardust. “She said they speak of things that have been done, of what is happening, and things yet to come. The stars are the very essence of time themselves,” she says. It is only when he speaks his next words that she turns her head from the dark sky and looks at him with some sort of semblance of awe, hope, and grief. “Do you believe that’s true?” She asks him, another question, another prayer. And she realizes in that moment that she doesn't want to hear the answer if it were to sway a particular way, she scans the planes of his face before speaking again. “Tell me it’s true,” she says, her heart pounding in her chest because she thinks of all the souls her family has lost and should they be gone without a trace, she would be better off pretending otherwise.
so take away this apathy
bury it before it buries me
@Azrael
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let's light this house on fire
we'll dance in the warmth of its blaze
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