Soleil
Why is she alone? Very good question! Luckily nobody asks it, because Sol’s answer would be somewhere along the lines of ‘I do it all the time’. Sometimes Lilly chaperones her, sometimes she’s hand-in-hand with Luka, sometimes she’s with her father; admittedly most times are like today, sniffing around places that shouldn’t be familiar but definitely are. Mostly bouncing between “safe people” - and fortunately or unfortunately for the man himself, Deimos fits the bill.
She brightens like her namesake as he plays into her stage whisper, the simplified explanation making her eyes go wide. Magic is not unfamiliar to her, but what it can do has always been elemental things in her experience. Before she can ask what will surely be far too many questions, Deimos distracts her with charcoal and paper, and her dark curls bounce wildly as she nods emphatically. “Of course!” she chirps, and plops right there on the floor by Deimos’ side to start scribbling away, tongue peeking out of her lips in concentration. Shell phones and strange hovering young men entirely forgotten.
She brightens like her namesake as he plays into her stage whisper, the simplified explanation making her eyes go wide. Magic is not unfamiliar to her, but what it can do has always been elemental things in her experience. Before she can ask what will surely be far too many questions, Deimos distracts her with charcoal and paper, and her dark curls bounce wildly as she nods emphatically. “Of course!” she chirps, and plops right there on the floor by Deimos’ side to start scribbling away, tongue peeking out of her lips in concentration. Shell phones and strange hovering young men entirely forgotten.
let us live like flowers, darling
wild and beautiful and drenched in sun
wild and beautiful and drenched in sun
