i reach out to my lifeline, the angels laugh in paradise
Fox gives El a little smile, and they find themselves wondering if he ever smiles more than that. It doesn't quite reach his eyes, and this makes El a bit sad. He is kind to stay with El as they stop at the healer's hut, and as he says he will move on to town afterwards, El realizes the stark difference between them. There they are, injured, rescued by Fox, hoping the healer will allow them to stay the night. Meanwhile, Fox is completely at ease with the idea of walking alone in the dark back to town. And why should he feel otherwise? He's strong and smart and can turn into a big fiery rock dog, perfectly capable of defending himself.
That's what it is. Capability. Whereas El has none, Fox has it in abundance. They're jealous of this, but not in a way that makes them resent him. More than anything, they're frustrated with themself for not being stronger. Frustrated with the Gods for not choosing them. Ah well, it's a familiar feeling, one that Eleftheria is accustomed to sitting with and continuing on regardless.
The hedge witch offers tea and stew, which El accepts eagerly, nearly choking with the speed at which they eat. The stew is quite delicious, though their opinion is quite affected by their hunger at the moment. As the witch asks for their name, El hesitates. It feels wrong to hide things from an old woman, and El wants to show Fox that they trust him now.
"It's Eleftheria, ma'am. El for short. Eleftheria Hawke." They have to repeat themself several times before the woman understands them, and their ears get ruddy as they repeat their ugly, awkward first name over and over again. They do not meet Fox's gaze once they're done, afraid of seeing him upset.
That's what it is. Capability. Whereas El has none, Fox has it in abundance. They're jealous of this, but not in a way that makes them resent him. More than anything, they're frustrated with themself for not being stronger. Frustrated with the Gods for not choosing them. Ah well, it's a familiar feeling, one that Eleftheria is accustomed to sitting with and continuing on regardless.
The hedge witch offers tea and stew, which El accepts eagerly, nearly choking with the speed at which they eat. The stew is quite delicious, though their opinion is quite affected by their hunger at the moment. As the witch asks for their name, El hesitates. It feels wrong to hide things from an old woman, and El wants to show Fox that they trust him now.
"It's Eleftheria, ma'am. El for short. Eleftheria Hawke." They have to repeat themself several times before the woman understands them, and their ears get ruddy as they repeat their ugly, awkward first name over and over again. They do not meet Fox's gaze once they're done, afraid of seeing him upset.
they say i am my own lifeline
ELEFTHERIA
