it is both a blessing and a curse, to feel everything so very deeply
She hesitates, drawn between then and now and not sure which direction is real, which memory is right. The goddess who sits with hand outstretched blurs, her eyes growing dark, her fingers sharp, her tongue cruel. And yet the girl loves her, trusts her, would do anything for her, even in those moments of the deepest dark.
It is inevitable. She will always return, always approach, always take the hand. Feline and human skin shifts and mingles, long, soft fingers extended to slip into Safrin's grasp. Even in the dream the goddess feels real, her lighthouse, her family.
Her friend.
She settles in before the goddess, placing her chin upon her lap. "I will keep trying," Amalia promises, eyelids heavy, drifting closed. "Will you stay with me until I wake up, Safrin? And after... even though I belong to Vi, can I still come to you?" Her voice is fading, a sleepy murmur, though her grasp upon the goddess' hand remains. "I'll always love you. Even when the stars are dark..." You were my first love.
{fin <3}
It is inevitable. She will always return, always approach, always take the hand. Feline and human skin shifts and mingles, long, soft fingers extended to slip into Safrin's grasp. Even in the dream the goddess feels real, her lighthouse, her family.
Her friend.
She settles in before the goddess, placing her chin upon her lap. "I will keep trying," Amalia promises, eyelids heavy, drifting closed. "Will you stay with me until I wake up, Safrin? And after... even though I belong to Vi, can I still come to you?" Her voice is fading, a sleepy murmur, though her grasp upon the goddess' hand remains. "I'll always love you. Even when the stars are dark..." You were my first love.
{fin <3}
