Not just a fighter, not just a dreamer
Amazing creator, relentless believer
In who I am and what I got inside
Amazing creator, relentless believer
In who I am and what I got inside
All but collapsing into Maeve's open embrace, the girl clung tight to her for support. Burying her face against the shorter woman's shoulder, eyes were squeezed tightly shut; she couldn't cry over this. Shouldn't cry, because her summons were tools. Pretty and lifelike, but ultimately forgeries. Magic taken shape, to mimic the behaviour of something else.
Or so she hoped.
"I'm definitely not cut out for this," she breathed hoarsely, voice thick with unshed tears. Seren couldn't stand to look at the flower, couldn't find it in herself to see the pretty petals and think it beautiful. Even though it was. Despite it simply growing according to its nature - it was not the flower's fault that her soul was hurting.
Or so she hoped.
"I'm definitely not cut out for this," she breathed hoarsely, voice thick with unshed tears. Seren couldn't stand to look at the flower, couldn't find it in herself to see the pretty petals and think it beautiful. Even though it was. Despite it simply growing according to its nature - it was not the flower's fault that her soul was hurting.
Seren
