M O I R A
she looks into her mirror,
wishing someone could hear her, so loud
They came together, yet separate. He stands beside her, but she can feel a chasm between them that she knows she cannot - will not - ever cross. It is a gaping hole slowly swirling around in her body, looking for something more to devour than the subtle emotions flickering just beneath her glistening skin. Moira is a sight with her smile in place, lashes curled for the occasion and hair pinned instead of buns and braids. Anselme would smile at her, wish her well while she is out, and tell her to be good. Gizelle would flutter about like the proud parent she is, but her fire was burning low last Moira had seen of her, with her heart glued to Anselme's. Her mother is nothing more than a marionette now, strings pulled out of 'love' that she claims she feels, yet does not show day in and out. Growing up, Moira remembers her parents were fond of each other, still wrapped in passionate embraces despite Gizelle being grounded - forever banned from flight. There was a pain in her eyes that the phoenix always saw and could never interpret until now - until Estelle was left behind.
Even Estelle would dote on Moira and how well she cleaned up tonight.
Yellow eyes turn toward Asterion, a slight panic racing through her at the sheer amount of people about. "There are so many, there is so much going on," she whispers to him, curling closer into his side so that their shoulders brush. Comfort follows quickly at even that small touch, her head lowers, flowers slipping just so, until she peers at the world through curls and bangs. Unsteady, unsure, Mo knows she wishes to be among them, to slip through stalls and breath in the smell of brushes on canvas, laugh and dance and sing as she did at balls with the other children. But that will come with time as shadows grow longer and souls merrier.
@Asterion I hope this is okay ! <3
wishing someone could hear her, so loud
They came together, yet separate. He stands beside her, but she can feel a chasm between them that she knows she cannot - will not - ever cross. It is a gaping hole slowly swirling around in her body, looking for something more to devour than the subtle emotions flickering just beneath her glistening skin. Moira is a sight with her smile in place, lashes curled for the occasion and hair pinned instead of buns and braids. Anselme would smile at her, wish her well while she is out, and tell her to be good. Gizelle would flutter about like the proud parent she is, but her fire was burning low last Moira had seen of her, with her heart glued to Anselme's. Her mother is nothing more than a marionette now, strings pulled out of 'love' that she claims she feels, yet does not show day in and out. Growing up, Moira remembers her parents were fond of each other, still wrapped in passionate embraces despite Gizelle being grounded - forever banned from flight. There was a pain in her eyes that the phoenix always saw and could never interpret until now - until Estelle was left behind.
Even Estelle would dote on Moira and how well she cleaned up tonight.
Yellow eyes turn toward Asterion, a slight panic racing through her at the sheer amount of people about. "There are so many, there is so much going on," she whispers to him, curling closer into his side so that their shoulders brush. Comfort follows quickly at even that small touch, her head lowers, flowers slipping just so, until she peers at the world through curls and bangs. Unsteady, unsure, Mo knows she wishes to be among them, to slip through stalls and breath in the smell of brushes on canvas, laugh and dance and sing as she did at balls with the other children. But that will come with time as shadows grow longer and souls merrier.
@Asterion I hope this is okay ! <3
