Lena
Some dismal part of her, the one squandered and overwhelmed by the weight of everything around them, wondered if her time had already come. Perhaps she wasn’t ever going to amount to anything more than what she was now – and while it was certainly accomplished – the broad scope of simply yearning and wanting to save those that she could, would probably never reach its limit. And each moment she failed and faltered was another painful reminder of her abilities; stark and bleak sometimes, when the instances were particularly brutal.
She hadn’t expected the sudden outreach of her accomplishments though – eyes widening, cheeks flushing, parts of her smothering them down and wishing all of it were true. “That’s very kind-,” she started, trying to place all of those things back into her chest. Compassion and selflessness, and wisdom for as much as she could warrant, struggling beyond accepting them and shying away from it. “Thank you.” She opted for instead, so she could have the time to hasten it all through.
“I know. I just-“, wanted a moment to pout? But then she was being pulled away from the melancholy and she shook her head, hands wandering from where she’d been hidden behind her own knees; wondering if she could dodge the rampant edges of sulking when a splash was sent her way. It careened directly across her face, and she gasped and gulped like a fish, shocked, for a second, before everything unwound within and she dashed her arm underneath the surface. Surprising herself with the sudden retaliation, she swept it upward so a careening wave of the warm springs volleyed back towards the Dragoon.
She hadn’t expected the sudden outreach of her accomplishments though – eyes widening, cheeks flushing, parts of her smothering them down and wishing all of it were true. “That’s very kind-,” she started, trying to place all of those things back into her chest. Compassion and selflessness, and wisdom for as much as she could warrant, struggling beyond accepting them and shying away from it. “Thank you.” She opted for instead, so she could have the time to hasten it all through.
“I know. I just-“, wanted a moment to pout? But then she was being pulled away from the melancholy and she shook her head, hands wandering from where she’d been hidden behind her own knees; wondering if she could dodge the rampant edges of sulking when a splash was sent her way. It careened directly across her face, and she gasped and gulped like a fish, shocked, for a second, before everything unwound within and she dashed her arm underneath the surface. Surprising herself with the sudden retaliation, she swept it upward so a careening wave of the warm springs volleyed back towards the Dragoon.
little more like coming home
