Anger chafes against Florentine’s honeyed skin.
The flower girl is not used to its feel nor the rough abrasion upon her body. She wears it as uncomfortably as ill-fitting vestments.
Anger burns her heart and smolders her startled soul. It rages and singes along her nerves and she shifts, restless, awkward, unbound.
Such emotion pulls apart the flower girl as readily as she once pulled the petals from a daisy he loves me, he loves me not. Oh what irony that childish whimsy is now as Aislinn’s words breath fire into the midnight air.
Ask him what he felt when a storm had ravaged at the edge of the sea. More questions for her to ask her Night King and more seeds to germinate doubt within her heart. Aislinn’s sorrow is the water and her anger is the heat of the sun upon the soil of Florentine’s heart. Those seeds will grow, even in Florentine’s heart that bears scant place for doubt and insecurity to grow.
Through drifting petals, the Dusk girl gazes out to sea, her eyes falling back only when she hears the shift of stones beneath the warrior’s feet. The night girl perches still upon the cliff’s edge and where once Florentine’s heart was in her mouth, for fear of Aislinn’s fall, now, now she knows that right now, the gypsy girl would be stood nowhere else. Realisation leaves a bitter state upon her tongue and Flora’s eyes close tightly.
I blame our king, for playing two hearts when he knew he could love only one. The words wash over her and she does not open her eyes to greet them, she keeps the closed, honeyed hair tangling in her long, long lashes. If she thought they would end there, they do not.
Ask him. Then you'll know.. then you'll understand.
Then you will understand...
There is nothing sweet or beautiful about the smile that curls its sharp way along Florentine’s dusk hewn lips. It is a sorry smile, sad and heavy and so full of frustration.
She watches the Night gypsy fall from the cliff edge then rise awash in Calligo's beautiful, black shadow in the night. There was still so much Florentine clearly did not understand.
And Aislinn was gone.
@Aislinn - fin my lovely sorry it's short, muse was also short :( <3
★ She is clothed with strength and dignity,
and she laughs without fear of the future ★
