and bury it before it buries me
Elena has grown since her childhood, both figuratively and quite literally. She has found her own path after straying down wrong road after wrong road. She has found her own sense of gravity not bound by the earth. Elena has both let her heart soar and tried to bind it within a cage. She has blazed a path and followed well worn trails. The path she stands on now is not easy, and Elena isn't sure what sits ahead, there will be things that trip her, cut her, wreck her, but she has found the road.
She looks at Maret, with pale blue eyes and a smile on her delicate features. She wonders where she is, if she found a path early on, if she forged her own, or if someone has marked down cobblestones in the grass for her to follow. And if there is a trail, is she following it?
The sun is setting, a soft hazy pink and orange tints the meadow. The trees are changing colors like a storybook before night bathes everything in navy blue and black, the glow of the stars mirroring the vibrant light of the fireflies. This makes her smile, something small and maybe a little broken. She cannot remember how long it has been since she has chased fireflies. She cannot remember her final days within Murmuring Rivers, before it was the start of the end of the happy times. They had thought that this was only the beginning, leaving behind the river and the lavender to the waterfall and the willow tree.
Fireflies kiss against her, as if they sense a kinship in the way her golden skin shimmers even in the dull light the night offers her. Blink. Blink. Blink. They ask are you our sister? Blink. Blink. Blink. Where are your wings?
They aren't the first to wonder.
She follows the girl through the fireflies, the way they dart across the water—she can taste the nostalgia on her tongue. It should taste sweet, but it bites inside her mouth like something sour. She joins the young girl in the water, and it is only when the fireflies join her and she can spot their reflections that she feels the laughter in her bones, pale and violet and warm.
And she dances.
And how her mother smiles from beyond the grave.
She looks so much like Beylani, in another land, her father cries rain as his tears.
She shortens her stride, prances in the water, tucking her chin into her breast and she dances. Her heart races with excitement as the light joins the pair and she dances. Blue eyes open as the fireflies come to them, as the pair is illuminated in the dark and water no longer looks as it should, but like drops of sunlight, always having been so jealous of the night it finds its way into the darkness through other means.
And she dances.
“Stop,” she finally says gently as they are surrounded by the fire kissed creatures. “They came,” she said before turning blue eyes to the girl. “You are a good dance partner.” She praises her, before Elena stares in awe as more fireflies come. “And now we wait,” she says moving closer to her. “Perform too long and they will get bored.” She pauses. “There is power in stillness.”
She looks at Maret, with pale blue eyes and a smile on her delicate features. She wonders where she is, if she found a path early on, if she forged her own, or if someone has marked down cobblestones in the grass for her to follow. And if there is a trail, is she following it?
The sun is setting, a soft hazy pink and orange tints the meadow. The trees are changing colors like a storybook before night bathes everything in navy blue and black, the glow of the stars mirroring the vibrant light of the fireflies. This makes her smile, something small and maybe a little broken. She cannot remember how long it has been since she has chased fireflies. She cannot remember her final days within Murmuring Rivers, before it was the start of the end of the happy times. They had thought that this was only the beginning, leaving behind the river and the lavender to the waterfall and the willow tree.
Fireflies kiss against her, as if they sense a kinship in the way her golden skin shimmers even in the dull light the night offers her. Blink. Blink. Blink. They ask are you our sister? Blink. Blink. Blink. Where are your wings?
They aren't the first to wonder.
She follows the girl through the fireflies, the way they dart across the water—she can taste the nostalgia on her tongue. It should taste sweet, but it bites inside her mouth like something sour. She joins the young girl in the water, and it is only when the fireflies join her and she can spot their reflections that she feels the laughter in her bones, pale and violet and warm.
And she dances.
And how her mother smiles from beyond the grave.
She looks so much like Beylani, in another land, her father cries rain as his tears.
She shortens her stride, prances in the water, tucking her chin into her breast and she dances. Her heart races with excitement as the light joins the pair and she dances. Blue eyes open as the fireflies come to them, as the pair is illuminated in the dark and water no longer looks as it should, but like drops of sunlight, always having been so jealous of the night it finds its way into the darkness through other means.
And she dances.
“Stop,” she finally says gently as they are surrounded by the fire kissed creatures. “They came,” she said before turning blue eyes to the girl. “You are a good dance partner.” She praises her, before Elena stares in awe as more fireflies come. “And now we wait,” she says moving closer to her. “Perform too long and they will get bored.” She pauses. “There is power in stillness.”
so take away this apathy
bury it before it buries me
@Maret
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let's light this house on fire
we'll dance in the warmth of its blaze
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