// think of the sun that shaped them //
She glanced at the way he went for it – always, at the very least, brave for trying anything and everything. That was something to be admired, in the quiet corners of her apprehensive and cautious mind; because at least he had the pluck, the nerve, and the determination to settle for whatever was to come next. Regardless of mistakes or risk or possibilities. That was one thing Lena’s childhood had never taught her – perfection was expected, and the in between wasn’t what mattered.
But she’d learned, head down, choices made, to grin and bear it. “We’ll see,” on a whim and a laugh, steadying her fixtures and fingers as the charcoal moved across the fabric, only catching sometimes when she hadn’t put enough pressure on the cloth. Wiping it away with a digit, she persisted and continued, concentrating until they were done, and large enough to cut. “There. Now I’ll just keep going, mm,” she held up for display, and then snagged at her own scissors, laying out some more bait and amusement. “What if the designer of the best looking costume gets to pick the next dinner?”
But she’d learned, head down, choices made, to grin and bear it. “We’ll see,” on a whim and a laugh, steadying her fixtures and fingers as the charcoal moved across the fabric, only catching sometimes when she hadn’t put enough pressure on the cloth. Wiping it away with a digit, she persisted and continued, concentrating until they were done, and large enough to cut. “There. Now I’ll just keep going, mm,” she held up for display, and then snagged at her own scissors, laying out some more bait and amusement. “What if the designer of the best looking costume gets to pick the next dinner?”
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
