[EXP] Into the dreamscape [Elena]

[Elena]

take this burden away from me
and bury it before it buries me

They looked at her, all of them did, like she was some spiritual being who had descended from the heavens above. And she hated all the questions that hung of their lips as if they were autumn leaves ready to fly away at the slightest breeze. She had been too young to confused, too grief stricken. She had been a little girl that just wanted her mom and dad back and to be back home. Only the legacy name remained conversant to her. So she held on tightly, as tight as she could to that thought as she attempted to acquaint herself with the fact that all these faces were her family. It was in the way Marcelo carried himself with such pride, and then the blue of Lilli’s eyes, Ori’s smile.

And Elena had grown to love them, to love Murmuring Rivers. Just as she does with Terrastella.

It is this reason, and this reason alone she feels content enough to explore her grounds at night. Here, in the land of Dusk, the shadows do not grab her, the darkness does not smother her. It is here with the ocean and its beautiful vastness that Elena finds solace, even as she cannot allow for sleep to find her. The waves crash. The gulls cry. The tall grass whispers. The tumbling stones growl. The darkness of the warm summer night blankets the land. It was here on this cliff that he had found her the first time. (Her chest quivers with the memory no matter how she tries to staunch it.)

And it is here that another finds her. Her starlight has not forgotten her, he shines just as bright beside the sea as he ever did on top of the mountain. It eases her heart just to know he is here now, his presence surrounds her. He is starlight that chases away the shadows before it can dampen her sunlight. The corners of her mouth quirk up into a smile. She comes to stand closely beside him, there is ocean mist that comes to find them as she turns to look up at him with eyes of blue. He reaches out to touch her, and Elena remembers how much she longs for physical connection, and she follows him like an echo, reaching out to touch his starry skin, planting something in the crease of his shoulder. “You’re here,” she breathes because it is almost unbelievable and she wants to bury herself within him.

(Like a dream?)
She has to wonder, has to ask herself.

But no one can feel that real, that solid, and no dreamscape can make any man shine as he does. She knows it is real. And oh god if it isnt, she prays that this is the end of sleeping and waking and that she may slumber for the rest of eternity.

She pulls away with his words, those frosted eyes coming to search the planes of his face. “What voice?” She asks him, concerned. “Did you hear something?” She asks him, Elena watches for any expression he may offer her. She pauses, looking out across the water. “Do we need to find them?” She asks, because Elena would never doubt him, would never question anything he says, she doesn't know his name, but she already trusts him. “I will follow you.”

so take away this apathy
bury it before it buries me

@Azrael
(my starry boy)