somewhere between the sand and the stardust
She doesn’t know why she’s here. She could be anywhere of a thousand places, but somehow her feet have carried her here. Perhaps it was because once, long ago, she thought it could have been home. Perhaps it is simply memories. Dangerous memories that fill her with longing.
She has never had a home, not truly. Nerine had never been hers as it is her mother’s. It had not grown on her heart like it so often seems to do the strong and fearsome women who call it home. For a short while, she had believed this might be it. A home. Finally. But fate and her own shortcomings had determined otherwise.
Instead she had left Beqanna. Left the memories and subtle, constant ache that had settled upon her heart. She had left it behind because she hadn’t known what else to do. Her own weakness had chased from this land, and she had gone too willingly. In her foolishness, she had thought herself capable of running from turmoil that had assailed her. But she had quickly discovered there is no escaping one’s own emotions. It had been such a terribly fruitless venture.
Now, instead, she find herself clinging uncertainly to the borders of the volcanic kingdom, brows furrowed as she peers fitfully into the distance. Her bluebell coat shimmers in the brightness of the fall day. Despite the encroaching winter, heat presses against her skin in a softly seductive way, as though enticing her to enter these lands, to stay. To face her fears.
She almost runs. Her muscles quiver briefly as her long, slender legs shift restlessly, a sure sign she might bolt at any moment. But she doesn’t. Instead, she breathes deeply of the sulfuric air, allowing her limbs to settle. As she exhales, her eyes slide close, and in an instant she is upon a distant beach, the turquoise waves lapping gently at glittering white sands. Far, far away from the fear of memory. Pretending, for a moment, that she hadn’t finally worked up the courage to be here, despite all her failings.
She has never had a home, not truly. Nerine had never been hers as it is her mother’s. It had not grown on her heart like it so often seems to do the strong and fearsome women who call it home. For a short while, she had believed this might be it. A home. Finally. But fate and her own shortcomings had determined otherwise.
Instead she had left Beqanna. Left the memories and subtle, constant ache that had settled upon her heart. She had left it behind because she hadn’t known what else to do. Her own weakness had chased from this land, and she had gone too willingly. In her foolishness, she had thought herself capable of running from turmoil that had assailed her. But she had quickly discovered there is no escaping one’s own emotions. It had been such a terribly fruitless venture.
Now, instead, she find herself clinging uncertainly to the borders of the volcanic kingdom, brows furrowed as she peers fitfully into the distance. Her bluebell coat shimmers in the brightness of the fall day. Despite the encroaching winter, heat presses against her skin in a softly seductive way, as though enticing her to enter these lands, to stay. To face her fears.
She almost runs. Her muscles quiver briefly as her long, slender legs shift restlessly, a sure sign she might bolt at any moment. But she doesn’t. Instead, she breathes deeply of the sulfuric air, allowing her limbs to settle. As she exhales, her eyes slide close, and in an instant she is upon a distant beach, the turquoise waves lapping gently at glittering white sands. Far, far away from the fear of memory. Pretending, for a moment, that she hadn’t finally worked up the courage to be here, despite all her failings.
Rapture
there is a pulse that echoes of you and I
@[Levi] <3
