[seasonal event] in-between good days

there's always a glimmer in those

With all the good and none of the bad, maybe it did sound like a fairy tale. Except they knew better, and no matter how much Phoebe painted it in broad strokes, their lives were enriched with trials and tribulations, some too heavy to simply cast aside for the grander, more opulent tones. “If only it could always be like that,” she smiled, but it’d dimmed somewhat. Perhaps Phoebe’s would’ve been the same, capable of turning bitter edges into gilded seams. But that wasn’t where they were or who they’d become; twist and turns of fate, no matter the determination, casting them in this current state. The honeybee child had every intention of dragging her wiles and mercurial iniquities right alongside her, not bending, not breaking, when the world seemed to crave it – but gods, some days it was hard.

Would they get easier? Or would something else just take its place?

The handles were finished in her musing, tied together at the top, little fronds laced and woven, as if they’d had time for these intricate details. Within the same breath, Phoebe stood, hers completed too – no more reason to sit there amongst their melancholy voids and vibes. It wouldn’t make anything right. “You’re welcome.” She rose too, grabbing hold of Fangorn in the process, her fingers itching for action when all they had left was repose. “Let me know if you need anything.” She bobbed her head, before grabbing her basket too, placing it along her arm, and walking from where she’d once arrived, sauntering out into the midst – no better, no worse.

(-FIN)

who have been through the dark

MELITA