[P] god don't play cards

[Elena]

Elena has thrown herself off this very cliff side before. Tossed herself into the ocean, to be saved by a man who would give her a baby and steal away her trust and her love. And she went to that cliff side again and found a cottage and claimed it as her home. She lined the windows in flowers, and has filled the walls with her daughter’s artwork. Paintings, charcoal drawings, doodles that Elli believed

She can feel her. Even from this far away, Elena knows these emotions, even if she is not yet sure of the face to which they belong to. But then the power comes in and Elena knows who it belongs to. “Elli.” And her daughter looks at her with blue eyes that dance like another’s Elena knows. “Why don’t you take a walk to the Court and get some new paints?” She offers. Elliana is quick to take the offer. It was not often her mother gave her such independence, and in truth, it is killing Elena inside to give it to her now. But this is how she learns, and the day is quiet, the palomino would be here, and the Court is full of eyes that would watch Elliana with careful, protective intentions the moment she stepped foot inside the Court. She watches her daughter practically skip down the path towards the city. She watches even after she is out of sight, and she thinks about a strand of hair that had been out of place. She should have fixed it before she left, but it is too late now.

Her face goes vacant for a moment, like a bird, or a marble stature, as memories convene behind blue eyes when she sees her, the sunfire girl on the cliffs.

"I know that look,” He had grinned. ”What are you thinking of?”

She wishes Michael was here now, to ask her such a thing. To ask the both of them. But he isn’t and Elena just is not brave enough to ask.

She dances over the cliff sides towards the Regent, just like she had once danced among butterflies before running and running, believing if she ran just fast enough, just hard enough maybe she could lift off and take to the skies. A honeyed smile brightens her face when she is close enough. Elena smells like surf and salt, the ocean on a clear day reflected in those heartbreakingly blue eyes. “Israfel,” The Champion says when she is close enough to her. “I think we owe ourselves a walk on this winter’s day.”

picture by cannon <3
@Israfel okay, i just assumed that they know each other <3