How deeply are you sleeping or are you still awake?
A good friend told me you've been staying out so late
Sohalia couldn’t remember ever having waited with such eagerness for dusk to fall. Even on the nights she took to feathered wing, soaring high above it all as a snowy owl, she couldn’t remember the day dragging so much just to get to nightfall. She’d been ready for a while, dressed prettily in a white blouse that hugged her slender frame and a blue, knee-length skirt that flounced when she walked and was the color of the forget-me-nots artfully woven into the braided crown atop her head. Finally, she could stand it no longer. A good friend told me you've been staying out so late
Dusk hadn’t quite fallen when she ascended the staircase to the observatory. The last light of the setting sun turned everything a beautiful, burnished gold, and as she crested the staircase, she paused for just a moment to take in the scene before her. The bench. The young man sitting on it. The sprig of flowers between his fingers.
And for a moment, a brilliant smile spread across her face, because he was here, and he had the flowers, and she had the flowers, and the stars were finally aligning -
But he was staring at the forget-me-nots in his hand as though they’d personally done something to wound him, and although Sohalia was not aware of any thorns on this particular flower, that didn’t mean that she hadn’t run through them before. Still, her mind did not first go to matters of love, when she saw the brooding young man sitting upon the bench. No, it went first to his family, to his life outside of love, to all the things that could go wrong on a normal Caido day, much less when they were at war with the Family.
So she hurriedly gathered herself and crossed the room, shifting the small basket she carried on her arm containing a blanket, some wine, and two glasses as she walked, so that by the time she stood in front of him, she could set the basket discretely to the side before slipping into the seat beside him. ”Hey,” she said, tilting her head and sliding her hand into his, because he had the flowers, and she was certain, in this moment, what that meant for her. For them. ”Is everything okay?”
Be careful, oh, my darling, oh, be careful what it takes
From what I've seen so far, the good ones always seem to break
From what I've seen so far, the good ones always seem to break
Sohalia
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
