Solace
ring the bells that still can ring, forget your perfect offering
there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in
She had been expecting this day, but expecting is nothing like experiencing.
It wasn't often that Solace was caught off guard. Rarely did the sight of another cause her chest to constrict, or force her to fall from her place in the sky with more speed than grace. Few could rouse such confusion (fear?) and hope simultaneously in Hyaline's Caretaker. But he had always done that - this was nothing new.
Did he know? The question beets like a drum line in her mind as her aquamarine eyes float over his frame, as if there would be some clue as to where he had been hidden there.
Had he flown watchfully over the mountains on cloudy days when there was little chance of his presence being noticed? Had he seen his son, his daughter flourishing on the lake shore? She wants to think he has, that one of the dark shadows which had crossed her was his. That he knows them, that he has come back to know them better.
They are so like him, she thinks, as her heart twists again, surely one look at the pair would confirm any suspicion he may have had.
She lands before him, her sky-blue wings disrupting a flurry of fall leaves, and thoughts of his past sin scatter.
She carries the scents of her kingdom - ripe autumn and frosty nights.
The scents of motherhood - warm milk and babies breath.
The scents of her wife - sex and sleep and messy hair.
and still, and still you missed him. you have everything and you missed him. you selfish bitch. you're more like Tangerine than you ever knew, when all is said and done.
'I missed you.' She nearly breathes the words (and maybe the confession shows in her eyes; she had never been an actress) but she her lips remain pressed together. It would be wrong for her to say it.
"They miss you," Solace says instead, her voice burning, yet light, like warm wax across skin.
@[Castile]