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
A soft hum of acknowledgement came from the curled up figure on the floor, accepting the apology even as she appreciated the acceptance of her own. She could feel that there was more to it, but for once did not have the space left to untangle other people's knots. Seren had her own to worry about tonight, and likely for many nights to come.
"Usually it's fine," was all she could really add, before silence fell once more. Usually, until the idea of touch in combination with a certain boy became thoughts of other things which... honestly scared her senseless.
The rustle of shifting blankets distracted her from diving further into that rabbit hole. Seren shifted where she lay, until her back was flat against the floor. Gazing up at Maeve's dark silhouette, she smiled faintly. "Thank you. But the floor is rather nice, actually. Cool, and solid. It feels like my bed at the Nest." Which was to say, all wooden boards and a non-existent mattress. "Do you think we can eat all those treats for breakfast tomorrow? They looked really good."
"Usually it's fine," was all she could really add, before silence fell once more. Usually, until the idea of touch in combination with a certain boy became thoughts of other things which... honestly scared her senseless.
The rustle of shifting blankets distracted her from diving further into that rabbit hole. Seren shifted where she lay, until her back was flat against the floor. Gazing up at Maeve's dark silhouette, she smiled faintly. "Thank you. But the floor is rather nice, actually. Cool, and solid. It feels like my bed at the Nest." Which was to say, all wooden boards and a non-existent mattress. "Do you think we can eat all those treats for breakfast tomorrow? They looked really good."
In every dreamer a dream - we're unstoppable
with something to believe in
with something to believe in
