[P] you wanna play god

[Elena]

It's always a matter, isn't it, of waiting for the world to come unraveled? When things hold together, it's always only temporary

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inter fell away.

Spring came forward, bursting with life through the bitter cold. Giving promise to a new beginning. A beginning of life. Elena has ached for the spring, to show her daughter the flowers coming forth, to show her the green of the trees, and to introduce her to the warmth of the season. But for all the newness that has come with the season, Elena feels herself performing all too similar actions and the wearing the same emotions on her sleeve. 

She runs with all the grace of sunlight, weaving easily through the trees and around the enormous stones until her shoulders darken subtly with sweat and shadow. Her thoughts are singular, an echo of the pain in her chest, pushing her faster and further. The vivid of her blue eyes bright. 

They are dead, dead, dead, dead. They are gone, gone gone. 

In another world, one where Elena continued to grow wild and free, she may have never felt as broken as she did. In another world where her parents did not die, where this time of year did not fill her with both hurt and rage, guilt and sorrow. 

And before she knows it— she is at the ocean again. Throwing messages in bottles and praying they reach the shores of Taiga. Lilli once asked her why everything had to be so complicated. They had been tucked together under a Hyaline night sky. There are too many ways that life can hurt you. Fire and ice both burn, Elena knows this best. So Elena knows not whether to freeze out the world or blaze through it. So she stands there frozen to death and a pile of ash. 

She thinks of Elliana. Sunlight and shadows. Opposites, and yet they came together in the perfect creation. Can fire and ice co exist to create something as beautiful as her own daughter? Elena doesn't think so. She knows fire hurts, fire destroys, but fire, fire is alive and grows and breathes. Ice is the quiet killer, the assassin, the murderer. So much more deliberate than fire. And Elena knows she would rather go up in smoke than wait for her blood to turn cold. 

Those painfully blue eyes look out to the ocean. She should be getting back. There are responsibilities she cannot ignore, no matter how much she wishes to on a spring day like this one. She turns and as she does, it is then the chill creeps down her spine, as cold as an icicle glinting in the sunlight. She has felt this chill, once, twice, in her life. But Elena remembers it well: ice magic. She turns to face him with winter in her eyes, she doesn't recognize her face, though she is still quick to pass judgment on him, if maybe more so for his lack of familiarity. She takes a single step towards him, tries to keep her voice steady. “Ice does not often reach the shores of Terrastella. Do you have a reason for traveling this way?”

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