SEREN
For every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
Her knees were not alone, it seemed. Snatching up a pillow and setting the kitten aside, Seren crushed the cusion to her chest and buried her very warm face into it, until only nose and eyes poked up over the edge.
"What? No," she protested quickly - again, too quickly perhaps - muffled by the pillow. "it's not a crush. It can't be, I barely know him." It was not fair of Maeve to press the friends and 'you can tell me anything' card. "It's just... well - " she sighed. Frustrated, unable to put words on exactly what the gold-eyed boy from the woods made her feel. "Sometimes when we get close, I feel... I feel things. And it's frightening." There. That was as much of an admission as either of them would get.
The dragon behind her back was warm and so were Maeve's hands, but it was not very reassuring at the moment. Seren squeezed the fingers around hers and gently freed herself, grateful for the support but unable to stand the touch right now. Rolling her shoulders to ease the tension, she shrugged.
"I just... I like him, and I think we're friends. Being near him is very calming. But that's all I know, Maeve. I can give of my time and my powers and listen to problems and comfort people, and I can love them too. Even when they do stupid, ugly, crazy things that I don't understand. As long as it stays in my head, it's not a problem. But when it comes to - this - " she made a very abrupt, very flustered gesture to herself, her body, everything not of the mind " - I just... I don't know anything. You had years to figure it out. I got.. what, a month? Maybe less, and that time was spent with my mother. Away from humans."
Away from contact, exposure, even the will to explore what most people her age took for granted.
"What? No," she protested quickly - again, too quickly perhaps - muffled by the pillow. "it's not a crush. It can't be, I barely know him." It was not fair of Maeve to press the friends and 'you can tell me anything' card. "It's just... well - " she sighed. Frustrated, unable to put words on exactly what the gold-eyed boy from the woods made her feel. "Sometimes when we get close, I feel... I feel things. And it's frightening." There. That was as much of an admission as either of them would get.
The dragon behind her back was warm and so were Maeve's hands, but it was not very reassuring at the moment. Seren squeezed the fingers around hers and gently freed herself, grateful for the support but unable to stand the touch right now. Rolling her shoulders to ease the tension, she shrugged.
"I just... I like him, and I think we're friends. Being near him is very calming. But that's all I know, Maeve. I can give of my time and my powers and listen to problems and comfort people, and I can love them too. Even when they do stupid, ugly, crazy things that I don't understand. As long as it stays in my head, it's not a problem. But when it comes to - this - " she made a very abrupt, very flustered gesture to herself, her body, everything not of the mind " - I just... I don't know anything. You had years to figure it out. I got.. what, a month? Maybe less, and that time was spent with my mother. Away from humans."
Away from contact, exposure, even the will to explore what most people her age took for granted.
In every dreamer a dream - we're unstoppable
with something to believe in
with something to believe in
