If you're caught in the shadow then turn around
If you hear my voice, follow the sound
'Cause I'm here to guide you home
If you hear my voice, follow the sound
'Cause I'm here to guide you home
She was not most people.
The words burned on her tongue, itching to be spoken aloud. Seren swallowed them down, down, and simply breathed in a deep lungful of air instead. Not a sigh, merely to ground herself. How did it come so easy, this patience, as soon as she found someone before her with knots to untangle? Here was a puzzle to solve, a story to be told, yarns to unravel until clouded skies cleared and things that were heavy no longer bent shoulders into the ground.
But Deimos did not want to be scrutinized, or fixed. That much she understood, without having to be told. His snorts were speaking volumes, marking where her words struck home - emphasis laid on the forcefulness behind the expletives - and his not-answers could as well be screams shouting yes, yes at the top of his lungs.
She was beginning to learn. Slowly, but surely.
"Won't you tell me about them?" she offered him. Again, for a second time; but that did not matter. What did matter was the shift from a denial of troubles, to this small admission that something actually was eating away at him. A small step forward, a crach in the shell; it was so hard not to claw at it, to pry it wider by sheer force. Seren didn't want to be that person.
"Sometimes it really helps to simply say things aloud. Your secrets would be safe here."
She jestured to the hidden realm around them; there was no one else to listen in. No one to pry, no glaring sunlight to sting the eyes or leave him vulnerable. There was only the stars and the sea, the beach and a young girl with blue eyes, who had no plans on leaving anytime soon.
The words burned on her tongue, itching to be spoken aloud. Seren swallowed them down, down, and simply breathed in a deep lungful of air instead. Not a sigh, merely to ground herself. How did it come so easy, this patience, as soon as she found someone before her with knots to untangle? Here was a puzzle to solve, a story to be told, yarns to unravel until clouded skies cleared and things that were heavy no longer bent shoulders into the ground.
But Deimos did not want to be scrutinized, or fixed. That much she understood, without having to be told. His snorts were speaking volumes, marking where her words struck home - emphasis laid on the forcefulness behind the expletives - and his not-answers could as well be screams shouting yes, yes at the top of his lungs.
She was beginning to learn. Slowly, but surely.
"Won't you tell me about them?" she offered him. Again, for a second time; but that did not matter. What did matter was the shift from a denial of troubles, to this small admission that something actually was eating away at him. A small step forward, a crach in the shell; it was so hard not to claw at it, to pry it wider by sheer force. Seren didn't want to be that person.
"Sometimes it really helps to simply say things aloud. Your secrets would be safe here."
She jestured to the hidden realm around them; there was no one else to listen in. No one to pry, no glaring sunlight to sting the eyes or leave him vulnerable. There was only the stars and the sea, the beach and a young girl with blue eyes, who had no plans on leaving anytime soon.
Seren
