Love, let's talk about love
He wasn't shouting, but might as well have given how she started when he spoke up. The way he spoke about her parents hurt, and the wounded gleam in her eyes as she looked up was due to more than just cuts and scrapes.
She wanted to speak, to say something, but her heart and limbs did funny little jolts occasionally and her hands felt numb. The blood trickling slowly down the arms was about the only warm thing left in the night as the glass cooled and left her sitting like a thunderbird in a nest of devastation. Even should she manage to stand on her quivering legs, bare feet would be sliced open with a single step.
There was nowhere to run.
But more than her own pain, the state of Sah made her chest squeeze tightly with concern. He was bleeding so much, and Lilly was whining...
It took barely a thought for the girl to summon a single bird, shimmering with starlight. Releasing it from her trembling hands, the starling flew up to Sah and tried to land on his shoulder. Tweeting, it spread a soft, pale light that intensified upon reaching the cut on his cheek and the bite on the wrist, and by the cut legs too. Surface scratches easily healed - but his wounded soul she could do nothing about.
"M-my dad... didn't know, " she gasped weakly, averting her eyes and avoiding to answer the question if she was alright. Seren didn't have an answer. She didn't know yet. "I t-to-told him just... just a few days ago. He was upset. Not... like this but - but he was." Her father was not a monster. He was a good, kind man with too many burdens to carry already - and he had been ready to pick this one up too, if she'd asked it of him. "He asked if you still wanted to come to Greatwood with us. And... and my mother - "
Tears were prickling her eyes again. Burning and hot, hateful tears that wouldn't retreat no matter how hard she swallowed. They overflowed as the image of Safrin's beautiful face came floating to the surface, serene and perfect and so full of love. "My m-mama is... not the only god," she sobbed, wiping at her face and wincing wherever the salt in a cut made her hands sting. "She is kind and warm and - and -"
And she was perfectly willing to let every last Ascended perish in order to defeat the Voice. The indifference towards the Abandoned was something Seren had already seen first hand, and the knew that even if the practice had not originated with Safrin, the goddess also had done nothing to prevent it.
It was painful. So very painful, and Seren curled in on herself where she sat, crying like she hadn't since Atlas died.
She wanted to speak, to say something, but her heart and limbs did funny little jolts occasionally and her hands felt numb. The blood trickling slowly down the arms was about the only warm thing left in the night as the glass cooled and left her sitting like a thunderbird in a nest of devastation. Even should she manage to stand on her quivering legs, bare feet would be sliced open with a single step.
There was nowhere to run.
But more than her own pain, the state of Sah made her chest squeeze tightly with concern. He was bleeding so much, and Lilly was whining...
It took barely a thought for the girl to summon a single bird, shimmering with starlight. Releasing it from her trembling hands, the starling flew up to Sah and tried to land on his shoulder. Tweeting, it spread a soft, pale light that intensified upon reaching the cut on his cheek and the bite on the wrist, and by the cut legs too. Surface scratches easily healed - but his wounded soul she could do nothing about.
"M-my dad... didn't know, " she gasped weakly, averting her eyes and avoiding to answer the question if she was alright. Seren didn't have an answer. She didn't know yet. "I t-to-told him just... just a few days ago. He was upset. Not... like this but - but he was." Her father was not a monster. He was a good, kind man with too many burdens to carry already - and he had been ready to pick this one up too, if she'd asked it of him. "He asked if you still wanted to come to Greatwood with us. And... and my mother - "
Tears were prickling her eyes again. Burning and hot, hateful tears that wouldn't retreat no matter how hard she swallowed. They overflowed as the image of Safrin's beautiful face came floating to the surface, serene and perfect and so full of love. "My m-mama is... not the only god," she sobbed, wiping at her face and wincing wherever the salt in a cut made her hands sting. "She is kind and warm and - and -"
And she was perfectly willing to let every last Ascended perish in order to defeat the Voice. The indifference towards the Abandoned was something Seren had already seen first hand, and the knew that even if the practice had not originated with Safrin, the goddess also had done nothing to prevent it.
It was painful. So very painful, and Seren curled in on herself where she sat, crying like she hadn't since Atlas died.
Is it anything and everything you hoped for?
SEREN
