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[Elena]

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happiness is a butterfly, we should catch it while dancing

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ow many places has the wind traveled? What has it seen? The cliffs it must have dove from, the cheeks it must have kissed, the trees it must have touched. Does it go and go and go until it settles in at the end, happy and content?

She would love to have those perfect endings, but she learned a long time ago that happiness in her life would be fleeting. She had moments of it, to be sure. She had beautiful, shining moments where it seemed that it would last forever—that she would be able to bask in the sunlight of her joy for the rest of her life—but they never lasted. Each and every one of them was accompanied by its own sunset and then the darkest of nights—the longest of midnights.

Which makes this brief interlude of peace all the more sweet, all the more terrifying. She shakes underneath that crown upon her head when she finds moments alone in her chambers, but out into the public eye, she is warm and confident, their fearless leader. She is not made to lead things. Is not meant for the role she has been given. She is not a warrior, but sometimes one must do what is needed. It is only with Azrael that she can let any of her guard down. Elena cannot remember Elliana’s first steps or their first kiss, but she would never forget how her heart only trembles in his hands. There, her heart flutters like a caught butterfly. She rests tucked close to his side, as she prefers to do, with her cheek pressed to the beating of his heart because sometimes this is the only sound that can lull her to sleep.

But now those blue eyes are open. She has not had nightmares in months, and she doesn’t know why they suddenly have chosen to return now.

It was near dawn when she was startled awake, her heart thundering wildly against her chest and her golden skin glistening with a cold sweat. She swears she can still feel the cold seeping into her skin, the ice wrapping around her.

She rises from bed. She walks. She looks out her window and onto the streets of Dusk Court. Her heart roars again, pride evident in her eyes. Lovely morning for a stroll. Lovely morning to clear one’s head. Elena transverses the quiet streets, looks to be little more than a ghost. Blue eyes spot another soul, standing in the shadows of the castle. “Are you lost?” She asks him, and despite the question, and the longing in her voice, there is a smile on her face.

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