and bury it before it buries me
She hadn't thought of him in so long, which is cruel of her. Elena had always been cruelest to those least deserving. He had only wanted to give her his heart, and Elena could not even bother to hold it. But her eyes on this evening long to see him, to trace down the familiar curves and grooves of his handsome, smiling face. Yet, longing would get her no where. Altair would not come for her in Novus. This she knew already. But here she is, thinking of him once more when her eyes grow heavy with sleep.
She was tired.
(So impossibly tired)
She travels from one night into another as she shuts her eyes.
Another quiet night. A night that should have been eerie, perhaps, and possibly would be to someone that did not know the secrets of these lands like she does. The palomino girl had traveled from the safe walls of Paraiso and out into the land of ice and snow. The lair of the Snow Prince, his frozen domain. He had threatened her and her family, and if she had to choose between the two, she would choose her family each and every time.
This was where Altair found her. Elena should have known he would have come to her in her dream. He had shown up at the right time before, and he would do it again. He had taken her by the hand and told her she didn't need to do this, that she was stronger. And together they had sat on a mountain top all night in each other’s arms, the first time in a long time Elena felt entirely safe with him wrapped around her. (The wrong man wrapped around her.)
They watched the sun rise over the mountains.
“Can I see you again?”
And Elena says what she should have all those years ago.
“Yes.”
And then they run, they run where the Snow Prince will never find her, away from the life that would only bring her pain and heartbreak. They have each other and it is enough. Lilli finds them, her crimson cousin visits and Elena is thankful. And it is here, with Altair, that Elena finds the peace within her life and inside herself to live the life she had always told Aerwir she never wanted. They snuggle close like lovers and embrace like newly weds. Elena knows this is love and how she adores it. In this life she has never known Underworld, Tunnel, Tenebrae, or Azrael. She has never known the sharpness of lust, the sting of rejection, the pang of jealousy, or the hurt of toxic love. They live the life that fate had always dangled so far out of her reach, Elena could never spot it flying above her against the bright sun of her destiny.
They love, they have children, they grow old together.
They die.
But it is not as sorrowful as you would think. They die surrounded by those children they love so much, holding each other. They have said, when you die after a life well lived, well loved, it is just like taking a nap after such a long, beautiful day.
And then she wakes up.
Alive, but Elena’s head is reeling and she is unsure if she is well. She has seen a life she never lived, a life she never would. She wants to openly weep, but nothing comes. The crashing of the waves outside of her home tells her just how far from Beyond she truly is. Above the push and pull of the ocean, Elena utters his name just once, it has been so long and she wonders if it still tastes as sweet on her tongue.
“Altair.”
She was tired.
(So impossibly tired)
She travels from one night into another as she shuts her eyes.
Another quiet night. A night that should have been eerie, perhaps, and possibly would be to someone that did not know the secrets of these lands like she does. The palomino girl had traveled from the safe walls of Paraiso and out into the land of ice and snow. The lair of the Snow Prince, his frozen domain. He had threatened her and her family, and if she had to choose between the two, she would choose her family each and every time.
This was where Altair found her. Elena should have known he would have come to her in her dream. He had shown up at the right time before, and he would do it again. He had taken her by the hand and told her she didn't need to do this, that she was stronger. And together they had sat on a mountain top all night in each other’s arms, the first time in a long time Elena felt entirely safe with him wrapped around her. (The wrong man wrapped around her.)
They watched the sun rise over the mountains.
“Can I see you again?”
And Elena says what she should have all those years ago.
“Yes.”
And then they run, they run where the Snow Prince will never find her, away from the life that would only bring her pain and heartbreak. They have each other and it is enough. Lilli finds them, her crimson cousin visits and Elena is thankful. And it is here, with Altair, that Elena finds the peace within her life and inside herself to live the life she had always told Aerwir she never wanted. They snuggle close like lovers and embrace like newly weds. Elena knows this is love and how she adores it. In this life she has never known Underworld, Tunnel, Tenebrae, or Azrael. She has never known the sharpness of lust, the sting of rejection, the pang of jealousy, or the hurt of toxic love. They live the life that fate had always dangled so far out of her reach, Elena could never spot it flying above her against the bright sun of her destiny.
They love, they have children, they grow old together.
They die.
But it is not as sorrowful as you would think. They die surrounded by those children they love so much, holding each other. They have said, when you die after a life well lived, well loved, it is just like taking a nap after such a long, beautiful day.
And then she wakes up.
Alive, but Elena’s head is reeling and she is unsure if she is well. She has seen a life she never lived, a life she never would. She wants to openly weep, but nothing comes. The crashing of the waves outside of her home tells her just how far from Beyond she truly is. Above the push and pull of the ocean, Elena utters his name just once, it has been so long and she wonders if it still tastes as sweet on her tongue.
“Altair.”
so take away this apathy
bury it before it buries me
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figure they could start with the dream? And then she finds him at the costume party?
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let's light this house on fire
we'll dance in the warmth of its blaze
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