Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
His enthusiasm was a strange, contagious thing, in a looming world where every edge felt restless and smothering; she couldn’t help but laugh at the overtness of it all. If only he knew about her plans and her ambitions, how she longed to push away the folds overtaking Stormbreak but clearly not knowing how, and already probably glanced upon by Dahlia herself, for refusing to play the same games. Already told to flee and refusing to do so.
Alas, instead, they’d be shopping, and she looped her arm through his in exacting regal mannerisms – taking a moment, for once, to not fall into the trepidation and apprehension reeling around her. “That would be lovely,” she agreed, bowing her head and offering the slightest of curtsies. “I was heading for the flowers first,” pointing out the lavender, the lilac, and some daisies nearby. Mittens unleashed a torrent of growls and hisses but hovered by her shoulder nonetheless, acting as a ridiculous guardian, while Lena’s other arm carried her basket. “Were you looking for anything in particular?”
Alas, instead, they’d be shopping, and she looped her arm through his in exacting regal mannerisms – taking a moment, for once, to not fall into the trepidation and apprehension reeling around her. “That would be lovely,” she agreed, bowing her head and offering the slightest of curtsies. “I was heading for the flowers first,” pointing out the lavender, the lilac, and some daisies nearby. Mittens unleashed a torrent of growls and hisses but hovered by her shoulder nonetheless, acting as a ridiculous guardian, while Lena’s other arm carried her basket. “Were you looking for anything in particular?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
