This is the long forgotten light at the end of the world
Having pushed herself to a mental brink, Seren was teetering on the edge in more ways than one, and it was a terrible place to be. Reeling from thoughts unleashed into freefall, she was trapped in a vortex of contradicting statements - be you, be this, do that - while the heart raced and her breath came in short, panicked gulps.
He stopped it. By offering a solution, rather than feeding into the frenzy he was able to make himself heard through the buzzing in her ears. Seren needed that. Her hands came slowly away from her face, and red rimmed eyes rose to search Harper's gaze. Did he mean that? The offers to teach, to guide - was it just placation, or something he would live up to? Even if he didn't, she couldn't tell the difference. Those blue eyes only spoke of honesty to her, and concern.
Steady course to the haven. The phrase popped into her head, and she had an insane wish to sing. So completely ridiculous was the impulse in the midst of this madness that her mouth was tricked into a smile. Flickering and fragile, even this ghost of laughter was better than despair.
"Really?" she asked, hoarse and ashamed of being so needy. "You would teach me that?" Magic items were good and well, and Safrin might provide if she asked. Harper's offer was here and now, and Seren desperately wanted to cling to it.
He stopped it. By offering a solution, rather than feeding into the frenzy he was able to make himself heard through the buzzing in her ears. Seren needed that. Her hands came slowly away from her face, and red rimmed eyes rose to search Harper's gaze. Did he mean that? The offers to teach, to guide - was it just placation, or something he would live up to? Even if he didn't, she couldn't tell the difference. Those blue eyes only spoke of honesty to her, and concern.
Steady course to the haven. The phrase popped into her head, and she had an insane wish to sing. So completely ridiculous was the impulse in the midst of this madness that her mouth was tricked into a smile. Flickering and fragile, even this ghost of laughter was better than despair.
"Really?" she asked, hoarse and ashamed of being so needy. "You would teach me that?" Magic items were good and well, and Safrin might provide if she asked. Harper's offer was here and now, and Seren desperately wanted to cling to it.
Seren
