// think of the sun that shaped them //
Lena wished it was easy for anyone, everyone, to return to times before traumatic and horrific events. For their mind to not be so warped by the incredible losses or harrowing struggles, bestial trials and tribulations – but none of them were the same people now. Sohalia, innocent and naïve, had unfortunately learned through disaster, mayhem, and terror; and to try and crawl back into anything resembling normalcy or simplicity was brave.
So there they lingered, laughing when they could. The Caretaker watched as the paper flicked back and forth, pondering over pieces she’d pick, when the options came forth again. “Five please,” and she smiled – hoping for something decent as well. Though her hair was less of a concern.
So there they lingered, laughing when they could. The Caretaker watched as the paper flicked back and forth, pondering over pieces she’d pick, when the options came forth again. “Five please,” and she smiled – hoping for something decent as well. Though her hair was less of a concern.
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
