prayed to keep my soul
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ne day, a spirit will come to her and brush back that golden blonde hair, and he will tell Elliana about Vercingtorix’s life, the life he will not so openly share with her. He will tell her of his scars, of his pain, of his life. And Elliana, she will listen, and Elliana, she will find him, and Elliana, she will sit beside him and cry the silent tears she has perfected so well. The quiet is soothing to her and she holds her breather as though she can will the universe into motion, that she can make something amazing happen, but the day remains quiet. Her mother is at the hospital, Nic is gone somewhere, and Elli was instructed not to stray too far from her mother’s cottage by the sea. So she dances along the cliff sides like her mother before her and her mother before that. Like any child, she is curious- concerned, and always observant of the very pattern and fabric of that entire world around her: and its people. She blinks here and there, listening to birds and crickets, to the rolling waves not far off, and to the strange sound of a murmuring in the worlds’ shadows; but there is no hesitation in her, only bravery and wild intrigue.
She has never stopped to think about her otherness, never worried that others may find her strange or different. A drum beats and Elliana moves her feet. She is like a ballerina, twirling, skipping, leaping, too far from home, too close to that rocky ledge.
It is here that she finds him. The edge of a cliff, beside the ocean.
Just like her mother before her.
Her dancing stops as she notices him there, like he had been waiting for her. She’s a little more hesitant now, suspicion settling into her bones as her, her mother’s blue eyes narrow. Truthfully, she should be more frightened than she is, but she’s never had any reason to not be brave. Her parents always watched over her, always protected her. There had never been any reason to not feel safe.
“Hello, I am Elliana,” she says. “Are you looking for someone?” She asks, her thin voice gets a little higher at the end but she can’t deny the small tendrils of fear that she feels in the pit of her stomach. She just hears her mother’s voice ringing in her ears, urging her to be kind, to listen when others needed to talk, to be there when others wouldn’t. So she doesn’t run. Her ears flicker and she takes a step to him. There are differences, there is no rain, the ocean does not viciously dance, instead it is quiet in its movement today. This is entirely the same—this is entirely different. But just like her mother before her, she should go, she should not begin what will surely not end, because Elliana is so heartbreakingly her mother’s daughter and is doomed, no matter how brave she is, how fearless, how kind, to repeat some of her mistakes.
@Vercingtorix elliana speaks
elliana
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