Wren
I need the clouds to cover me
The question should have been easy.
What do you do?
Wren's gaze dropped immediately to her coffee. It was empty now. Her jaw feathered now that she didn’t have the beverage to hide behind and take a deliberate but normal pause. There were dozens of answers she could give. She could tell him she worked in clinics, the library, a restaurant for the gods sake. That she helped people, that she was selfless and brave and all the things a Dragoon would find honorable.
For a moment, she considered taking one of them. The lie sat there, ready and convenient. But it felt bitter on the tongue, felt hollow as the thoughts rambled and rolled.
She looked back up, at her — his — eyes. Her shoulders rose with a quiet breath before settling again. The familiar ache stirred behind her eyes, less painful than before but present enough to remind her of everything she couldn't quite grasp.
"I don't, uh, really do much right now." The admission felt embarrassingly small once it was out in the open. Yet it fit, with her state in King’s End after her city’s fall. Her thumb traced the seam of the mug again. "I was in Stormbreak during the Ascended attack, part of the second war."
The words came carefully, like stepping onto uncertain ground. They felt right. There was no bitterness, no hollow feeling. All of her insides cling to the truth despite how vulnerable and small and fragile it made her feel. "I got hurt. Badly enough that..." She trailed off, searching for words that never seemed adequate. "There are a lot of things I don't remember anymore."
What do you do?
Wren's gaze dropped immediately to her coffee. It was empty now. Her jaw feathered now that she didn’t have the beverage to hide behind and take a deliberate but normal pause. There were dozens of answers she could give. She could tell him she worked in clinics, the library, a restaurant for the gods sake. That she helped people, that she was selfless and brave and all the things a Dragoon would find honorable.
For a moment, she considered taking one of them. The lie sat there, ready and convenient. But it felt bitter on the tongue, felt hollow as the thoughts rambled and rolled.
She looked back up, at her — his — eyes. Her shoulders rose with a quiet breath before settling again. The familiar ache stirred behind her eyes, less painful than before but present enough to remind her of everything she couldn't quite grasp.
"I don't, uh, really do much right now." The admission felt embarrassingly small once it was out in the open. Yet it fit, with her state in King’s End after her city’s fall. Her thumb traced the seam of the mug again. "I was in Stormbreak during the Ascended attack, part of the second war."
The words came carefully, like stepping onto uncertain ground. They felt right. There was no bitterness, no hollow feeling. All of her insides cling to the truth despite how vulnerable and small and fragile it made her feel. "I got hurt. Badly enough that..." She trailed off, searching for words that never seemed adequate. "There are a lot of things I don't remember anymore."
Pulling them down, surround me
