All expectations make her heart feel numb
They could sing and sing and sing; not feral beasts, not creatures of the night, but emblems of something else. Just what those filaments were, she couldn’t explain, couldn’t know, couldn’t process – the haze of song and dance has no clarity, just the unending nature of it all.
Maybe the luxere would find the apples. The hay. Maybe they wouldn’t. Maybe there’d be no light at all, and they could only carry these moments in their hearts and minds and souls.
She dropped the last of her apples, on their makeshift trail, on the winding paths to the Sanctuary – as if it could be called that much longer. The suggestion made her head lift, her hands now empty, her heart slightly lighter, the inquiry noted. “Of course. Let’s all go.” A smile for Azrael, a smile for Aamu, a smile for moments they won’t have again for a long time. Then they could drift and drift, down into the ramparts of the farmhouse.
{FIN <3}
Maybe the luxere would find the apples. The hay. Maybe they wouldn’t. Maybe there’d be no light at all, and they could only carry these moments in their hearts and minds and souls.
She dropped the last of her apples, on their makeshift trail, on the winding paths to the Sanctuary – as if it could be called that much longer. The suggestion made her head lift, her hands now empty, her heart slightly lighter, the inquiry noted. “Of course. Let’s all go.” A smile for Azrael, a smile for Aamu, a smile for moments they won’t have again for a long time. Then they could drift and drift, down into the ramparts of the farmhouse.
{FIN <3}
MABEL
