meet me where the falling stars live
i will wait for you
You do not need to be okay. But doesn't she? Isn't it what everyone has been telling her - you'll be okay, you'll get over it, stop pitying yourself, it could be worse? Or perhaps that is what she has been telling herself, the admonishments ringing through her ears in a howling wind, loud enough to drown out whatever feeble hope she has left. "What if I don't recover?" she whispers, voice almost faint enough so as to be unheard, ignored. "What if my legs never work again, Deimos?" What if I stay weak and worthless forever?
And, worse, what if she doesn't? What if she regains the ability to walk tomorrow, and all the responsibilities that would accompany such a thing? She's hidden so long in the infirmary walls, hating her prison but clinging to it, too, the protection it offers from the reality of without.
His next comment is unexpected, catching her between her lungs with the force of a falling stone. Her voice is the air punched from between her ribs: "You went to Safrin?" What did she say? Is she furious with me? leaks out in the Attuned bond, something small and young and insecure flickering over her now-upturned face. A task to complete now, a job from Safrin- and oh, if he doesn't know the magic words to get her to consider the unthinkable, to itch to leave this confined place and prove herself again. And for her- "Is that why you wanted my help?"
And, worse, what if she doesn't? What if she regains the ability to walk tomorrow, and all the responsibilities that would accompany such a thing? She's hidden so long in the infirmary walls, hating her prison but clinging to it, too, the protection it offers from the reality of without.
His next comment is unexpected, catching her between her lungs with the force of a falling stone. Her voice is the air punched from between her ribs: "You went to Safrin?" What did she say? Is she furious with me? leaks out in the Attuned bond, something small and young and insecure flickering over her now-upturned face. A task to complete now, a job from Safrin- and oh, if he doesn't know the magic words to get her to consider the unthinkable, to itch to leave this confined place and prove herself again. And for her- "Is that why you wanted my help?"
day and night
