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 sister was warm and bright as the Torchline sun. Seren held her tightly for as long as Flora allowed, and would have lingered close for far longer still. But she understood the awkwardness, even if she didn't feel it, and returned the crooked smile with one that was warm and reassuring.
"A bit, yes. Don't feel like you have to act like we know each other - as long as you are comfortable, I will be too." After all, they were strangers. That their fathers were married made them sisters, and Seren's friendship with Hotaru was another connection that tied them together - but those were extraneous things that didn't matter unless they both chose to let it.
"Please. Do they have any good wine?" Willing to let herself be guided to something suitable, Seren made herself comfortable next to her younger almost-relative.
"A bit, yes. Don't feel like you have to act like we know each other - as long as you are comfortable, I will be too." After all, they were strangers. That their fathers were married made them sisters, and Seren's friendship with Hotaru was another connection that tied them together - but those were extraneous things that didn't matter unless they both chose to let it.
"Please. Do they have any good wine?" Willing to let herself be guided to something suitable, Seren made herself comfortable next to her younger almost-relative.
In every dreamer a dream - we're unstoppable
with something to believe in
with something to believe in
