Elide
The blast of water is enough to send her flying, drenching her coat and all that belongs to her, but she cares little for it in the end. It's only a bit of water. They're having something so rare and precious; fun. Moments like these are hard to come by, and are even more fleeting for it. Sometimes you have to let go in order to embrace everything that was always waiting for you.
So they can propel themselves further into the wake of their momentary, all-encompassing joy. They probably will. Who knows when the game will really finish? Neither are the type to give up easily, or give up at all. Maybe it isn't the victory that they hold fast to.
But it does eventually end, as all things do, and this moment will fade into the backdrop of their much more unpredictable, precarious lives. It's the cold, harsh reality that makes things like this so fragile. At least they can find comfort in knowing that they're capable of it in spite of everything else. That, beneath the stony fixtures of their selfdom, their hearts beat as wildly as any child's does.
FIN<3 thanks for the great thread, Heather
So they can propel themselves further into the wake of their momentary, all-encompassing joy. They probably will. Who knows when the game will really finish? Neither are the type to give up easily, or give up at all. Maybe it isn't the victory that they hold fast to.
But it does eventually end, as all things do, and this moment will fade into the backdrop of their much more unpredictable, precarious lives. It's the cold, harsh reality that makes things like this so fragile. At least they can find comfort in knowing that they're capable of it in spite of everything else. That, beneath the stony fixtures of their selfdom, their hearts beat as wildly as any child's does.
FIN<3 thanks for the great thread, Heather
never before had the song of war
been the song of hope ascending
been the song of hope ascending
