02-20-2018, 01:20 AM
There had been a time when the voices filled her thoughts like ghosts in the night, leaving her haunted and ragged, too hollow to breathe. She had found solace in another, in someone who had been a balm on her ruined soul, a pillar of strength when all she could do was crumble beneath an impossible weight. He had filled her so completely that there had been no room for anything else. Not the voices - not even the dread that they might return, that her head would split from sleepless nights and wicked thoughts that weren’t her own.
But now without him, without that love to lean into, she’s learned to welcome the noise. It’s better than what would be there otherwise, dark thoughts latched like burrs, of missing him, of missing her family. Knowing that there are children, little pieces of her heart that have grown up without her. They’ll be strangers now, strangers with her face and his eyes, her wild and his temper. Strangers she will recognize but not know.
She doesn’t even realize that she’s come down from the mountains to find them until she crosses that wall of thick, familiar humidity. Until the air stinks of smoke and brimstone, and the fauna at her shoulders is deep and rich and a shade of green that even jewels would be envious of. It’s strange that after so long, she still has this island mapped, still remembers the trails that cut through the lava streams and carry her deeper into the beating heart of this living land. She remembers other trails, too. One that would take her to a shallow stone den she does not wish to revisit, does not want to remember. Instead she moves east, those dark wild eyes changed but still beautiful, guarded.
But now without him, without that love to lean into, she’s learned to welcome the noise. It’s better than what would be there otherwise, dark thoughts latched like burrs, of missing him, of missing her family. Knowing that there are children, little pieces of her heart that have grown up without her. They’ll be strangers now, strangers with her face and his eyes, her wild and his temper. Strangers she will recognize but not know.
She doesn’t even realize that she’s come down from the mountains to find them until she crosses that wall of thick, familiar humidity. Until the air stinks of smoke and brimstone, and the fauna at her shoulders is deep and rich and a shade of green that even jewels would be envious of. It’s strange that after so long, she still has this island mapped, still remembers the trails that cut through the lava streams and carry her deeper into the beating heart of this living land. She remembers other trails, too. One that would take her to a shallow stone den she does not wish to revisit, does not want to remember. Instead she moves east, those dark wild eyes changed but still beautiful, guarded.
isle has mind reading, so if there's anything you don't want her to know just say so <3 <3 <3