[Judged] for all the monsters

[Elena]

Elena Daray

let us live like flowers
drenched in sunlight

H

is heart beats like the rolling dunes of the desert, and hers beats like the rolling waves of the ocean. Yet it is only fields of flowers that stand between them, flower children through and through, at the very heart of it all.

Who taught her, he asks, and Elena smiles wider than she has in months. “My cousin, he was a knight—a king.” A guardian, she thinks. The eyes that hit her skin are something of a relief, they do not look at her with expectations, nor lust, nor hunger, or promise, just with care and compassion. It makes Elena want to throw herself into his eyes, but it is restrained if only because of the emotions she can feel falling from him like sand.

Her eyes alight, and gone entirely are any traces of winter, it is summer skies, her coat glows warm like the sun. “Nobody, nobody said it,” she says and moves to his side. Like Michael, there is something about Po, something about Po with Elena, that makes her trust him entirely. She walks shoulder to shoulder with him, such a gentleness in the way she bumps him, to let him know she is beside him, the memory of them clashing together already distant. “I hope you like daisies!” She calls out before she too runs, and tries to pretend when she looks at him—she does not taste something like desert sand in her mouth.

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picture by cannon

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Summary: Closer

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