Lena
// what is to give light must endure burning //
Tomorrow sounded like lifetimes and seconds away simultaneously, and though she likely looked surprised, it all curled back into a smile; accepting and regal. “Okay.” Taking another slice of cheese and combining it with a handful of cranberries, she munched away, trying to quell the sudden rush of anxiety and trepidation in her ribs. There was always this gnawing, empty feeling at the back of her mind that she wasn’t doing, or saying, enough for him. But she didn’t want to press or bother, worry so unrelentingly that it would further serve to irritate and goad; and in the end she was quiet, scared, and tucked away, striving to keep the peace.
And then, as with everything else, she still managed to say or do the wrong thing; the light in her grin fading into the dismal acceptance once more – gaze shifting back up to the stars, and following after pathways and beams of light. “I can’t say that I blame them,” she murmured. Living in constant fear of what the Family might try next. Not knowing who to trust, or who was infected. Stormbreak was likely the last place anyone would send missives and letters detailing further plans. “Well, we can still make our own though,” like roses and shrines and such.
And then, as with everything else, she still managed to say or do the wrong thing; the light in her grin fading into the dismal acceptance once more – gaze shifting back up to the stars, and following after pathways and beams of light. “I can’t say that I blame them,” she murmured. Living in constant fear of what the Family might try next. Not knowing who to trust, or who was infected. Stormbreak was likely the last place anyone would send missives and letters detailing further plans. “Well, we can still make our own though,” like roses and shrines and such.
