[P] castles glitter

[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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lacier blue eyes look at Aeneas with the softness of a mother, even if he is not her child. But she has to imagine, the love she feels for Elliana, it is rivaled by that of which Marisol loves her own son, she can tell, in the lilt of his smile, or the brightness of his eyes. Both children that have faced an injustice by their own parent, even if only one of them knows about it.

Blue eyes flitter up, in case she might catch the edge of Marisol’s earth toned body, but she is left disappointed when she does not see her. She has craved the company of other parents, of others who are experiencing this kind of love, this kind of protection that they have never known before. She wants to know, do you feel it too? Do you feel like you are on the verge of death because every little thing suddenly seems so much more dangerous now that there is a part of you out there in the world.

Elena smiles at him as they walk. “No, she hasn’t. I think she enjoys your company,” she says. She may be in trouble for this later. Elli was not the type of child who wore her emotions so vibrant on her sleeve as Elena did. But Elli also did not build such high walls around her heart either.

She laughs gently with a lazy blink of her blue eyes. “I think she does, if they are the right sort of gift,” she says and nudges his shoulder just as she would her nephews Yanhua or Nashua. “Something personable, with thought,” she offers him in terms of ideas. “Here we are,” she says as they come into the garden. “Now, try to think of colors that go well together, or remind you of something,” she says as she picks blue and yellow. “Like a summer sky,” she says and then picks white and another with a silvery hue. “Or the first snow of winter.” She continues picking until he asks another question. “They were, though not mine alone,” she says, thinking before elaborating. “I have a cousin, and we loved tulips when we were little, so i thought of her before planting them,” she says, picking a few more flowers. “You have a sister, tell me about her. I have always heard twins have a bond like no other.”

@Aeneas
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