// hope, is wonderfully messy //
If there weren’t multitudes to do, she might’ve done just that – curled and contorted into this space with Zavien and their companions and books, with nothing else but the literary word and favored company. No Starfall reaches. No demonic void portions. Alas, she knew better, but sometimes it was wonderful to dream before it faded away into something horrendous.
She wouldn’t be able to recall how long they could simply stay like that, her eyes maneuvering over tomes and spines and descriptions, eventually smiling back at him, choices rendered and made. “I think these will do nicely.” At the suggestion though, she brightened once more, beginning to pick and gather them up. “And then lunch at the Levinsward?” Unaware, of course, of the harsh realities about to fall further down into their spines.
[FIN]
She wouldn’t be able to recall how long they could simply stay like that, her eyes maneuvering over tomes and spines and descriptions, eventually smiling back at him, choices rendered and made. “I think these will do nicely.” At the suggestion though, she brightened once more, beginning to pick and gather them up. “And then lunch at the Levinsward?” Unaware, of course, of the harsh realities about to fall further down into their spines.
[FIN]
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
