Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena compiled her ignorance into a little bubble and pretended it wouldn’t burst. Content with her animals, with her Celestine duties, content to ramble on through with her head down. Dutiful and compassionate, tender and gentle, remaining in her steadfast resolution for as long as she possibly could. So she said nothing; because that might’ve been better than all the other things swarming and searing inside her head.
They maneuvered Gideon into his apartments, and the youth could only nod at the indication of nothing being the matter. Tomorrow. As if it had never happened.
Except it had, and it’d be burned in her brain for a long time.
“We can do that,” she presided, curling her hands back together, folding them along one another as if that was holding her together. “Take care, and feel better.” With a nod to her sister, they could wander back out of the confines, lock up the temple, and try to put the strange moments behind them.
Try.
{FIN}
They maneuvered Gideon into his apartments, and the youth could only nod at the indication of nothing being the matter. Tomorrow. As if it had never happened.
Except it had, and it’d be burned in her brain for a long time.
“We can do that,” she presided, curling her hands back together, folding them along one another as if that was holding her together. “Take care, and feel better.” With a nod to her sister, they could wander back out of the confines, lock up the temple, and try to put the strange moments behind them.
Try.
{FIN}
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
