[SE] brighter flames

amalia chandrakant there is a color that shines through your skin Like the moon on the wind It is good to hear they think the same, the same anxieties, the same protective lacquer spread liberally over fractured souls. She has risen from the damp ground by the time he makes his reply, his snort returned with a crooked smile and a wry lift of her brow. "I doubt they'll ever be ready," she counters sardonically, picking up a bulb of mint and inspecting the leaves. "But then, life rarely waits for you to be ready." Wistful now, she trails off, burying her nose in the leaves. The sharp and soothing scent washes through her, clouding into her thoughts: a good thing, for her mind again teeters close to spiraling into the abyss. The earthy aroma is grounding, settling. It cannot replace what she has lost, but it helps to remind her what she has. Turning back to where Deimos works the Shield hovers, not yet kneeling, the bulb clutched in her hand. "How... How was she? When you told her?" Her voice is soft and hesitant, reluctant to broach this subject and threaten the fragile peace but needing desperately to know. the night is full on behalf or your evaded mask And the rings round your eyes

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