Seren
"I... will try to keep that in mind." Perhaps he was right. Yet even so, she felt as though they had the right of it. The openness, the ease with which they addressed matters of the flesh was something Seren envied just a little. They seemed so free to her, unburdened by the many fears that weighed on herself.
Though perhaps their ghosts were only of different shapes. Locke's bitter laugh made her chest ache, and the hand on his arm squeezed lightly in a sympathy that could not be translated into words. 'I'm sorry' was such an inadequate phrase. "At least there's that," she murmured softly. "And... well. If you ever find yourself in need of one, I'd let you borrow my father. For a little bit. He makes great pancakes." And nothing could banish sadness quite like a good meal.
Case in point, the starchild took another sip as she was reminded of the tea in her hand. Turning her attention inwards for a second, she allowed herself to take note. "Mmh, yes... a little drowsy," she noted with an absent expression. "My feet doesn't hurt nearly as much anymore. I feel warm, and calm, and cared for." Tilting her head to smile at Locke, she withdrew her hand and nicked another cookie in passing. "Best you keep talking, or I might fall asleep right here." Taking a big bite, she winked impishly at him.
Though perhaps their ghosts were only of different shapes. Locke's bitter laugh made her chest ache, and the hand on his arm squeezed lightly in a sympathy that could not be translated into words. 'I'm sorry' was such an inadequate phrase. "At least there's that," she murmured softly. "And... well. If you ever find yourself in need of one, I'd let you borrow my father. For a little bit. He makes great pancakes." And nothing could banish sadness quite like a good meal.
Case in point, the starchild took another sip as she was reminded of the tea in her hand. Turning her attention inwards for a second, she allowed herself to take note. "Mmh, yes... a little drowsy," she noted with an absent expression. "My feet doesn't hurt nearly as much anymore. I feel warm, and calm, and cared for." Tilting her head to smile at Locke, she withdrew her hand and nicked another cookie in passing. "Best you keep talking, or I might fall asleep right here." Taking a big bite, she winked impishly at him.
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
