and bury it before it buries me
She mirrors her pale mother in this moment, although Elena will never know it to be so. Beylani and her father had spent so many countless hours by the ocean, sea breeze tugging their locks. Elena has never seen her mother stand beside the ocean, she had only seen her gaze out across a lake towards a waterfall, leaned against mountainsides—slumbered hot with a fever on a bed of ferns. Maybe it is best she doesn't know just how much she resembles her mother on the sands of the sea, because it could just be enough to send her reeling back into a grief she fights so hard every day to escape from.
The golden girl would take comfort to remain here, beside the water, legs sinking in the soft sand. She loves her ocean, it is why she has chosen to live so close beside it. Dusk afforded her this luxury. The waves so often let her into a serenity that she never wanted to escape, the salty breeze cradled her with a warm, lover’s breath. There are often days where she rests on the sandy beach and drinks in the sunlight while silver blue eyes stare across the ocean and digest the infinity of it.
Elena cannot say this love delves as deep and as old as his own. The sea is Elena’s new discovery, she is learning how the salt heals, how ocean spray is stronger than any baptismal water, and the cries of gulls are not haunting, but beautiful. The ocean is an ancient thing and Elena cannot comprehend the amount of time it has seen, the wars, the peace, the love, the loss. The lives it has taken (there is a story of how her great-grandmother drowned), the love it has given (her father told her he fell in love beside the sea), the friendships it has solidified (had she not found Lilli in Taiga and wept with love into her shoulder?)
The ocean is a special thing.
Special things are meant to be shared.
Asterion must know this. Why else would be set such magic before Elena’s eyes?
She sighs with a lighthearted smile still unbent on her sunshine kissed face. She sighs and the sea swells before her. A wave rises up and silver blue eyes close tightly for the impact she was sure would come, but—she peeks, she feels nothing aside from the gentle ocean spray against her. Blonde hair sticks to her face before glacial eyes open wide then, a wave parting in magic gliding around her.
The water makes shapes, beauty. Elena’s eyes are wide like she is a child, giggling and admiring. There is a breath taking, innocent moment where Elena does not know who wields this magic and does not look for them. For a fleeting time, she lets herself believe this is all the earth’s doing, the ocean’s doing. It has seen her love for it and it has loved her back.
And then it ends.
But, for once, the ending isn't regretful. It is peace.
It is only then that she turns, call it instinct, destiny, or just chance, but she spins that golden head of hers directly to him, just in time to watch his lips flow like water into a smile. And, for that same simple joy, she laughs. Laughs like a child, like a girl, like someone who has never shattered and been glued back together. Elena moves towards him, the summer sun lighting her like an infinite spotlight. “Do you smile often?” She asks him with curious blue eyes. She tilts her head upwards just slightly to admire him when she is close enough. “Or is it a special treat when you use your talent?” She laughs again, blinking blue eyes, dark lashes sweeping over them like a curtain call. “Has the water always been you friend?”
The golden girl would take comfort to remain here, beside the water, legs sinking in the soft sand. She loves her ocean, it is why she has chosen to live so close beside it. Dusk afforded her this luxury. The waves so often let her into a serenity that she never wanted to escape, the salty breeze cradled her with a warm, lover’s breath. There are often days where she rests on the sandy beach and drinks in the sunlight while silver blue eyes stare across the ocean and digest the infinity of it.
Elena cannot say this love delves as deep and as old as his own. The sea is Elena’s new discovery, she is learning how the salt heals, how ocean spray is stronger than any baptismal water, and the cries of gulls are not haunting, but beautiful. The ocean is an ancient thing and Elena cannot comprehend the amount of time it has seen, the wars, the peace, the love, the loss. The lives it has taken (there is a story of how her great-grandmother drowned), the love it has given (her father told her he fell in love beside the sea), the friendships it has solidified (had she not found Lilli in Taiga and wept with love into her shoulder?)
The ocean is a special thing.
Special things are meant to be shared.
Asterion must know this. Why else would be set such magic before Elena’s eyes?
She sighs with a lighthearted smile still unbent on her sunshine kissed face. She sighs and the sea swells before her. A wave rises up and silver blue eyes close tightly for the impact she was sure would come, but—she peeks, she feels nothing aside from the gentle ocean spray against her. Blonde hair sticks to her face before glacial eyes open wide then, a wave parting in magic gliding around her.
The water makes shapes, beauty. Elena’s eyes are wide like she is a child, giggling and admiring. There is a breath taking, innocent moment where Elena does not know who wields this magic and does not look for them. For a fleeting time, she lets herself believe this is all the earth’s doing, the ocean’s doing. It has seen her love for it and it has loved her back.
And then it ends.
But, for once, the ending isn't regretful. It is peace.
It is only then that she turns, call it instinct, destiny, or just chance, but she spins that golden head of hers directly to him, just in time to watch his lips flow like water into a smile. And, for that same simple joy, she laughs. Laughs like a child, like a girl, like someone who has never shattered and been glued back together. Elena moves towards him, the summer sun lighting her like an infinite spotlight. “Do you smile often?” She asks him with curious blue eyes. She tilts her head upwards just slightly to admire him when she is close enough. “Or is it a special treat when you use your talent?” She laughs again, blinking blue eyes, dark lashes sweeping over them like a curtain call. “Has the water always been you friend?”
so take away this apathy
bury it before it buries me
@Asterion
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we'll dance in the warmth of its blaze
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