Oriash
they promised that dreams can come true
Sometimes she doesn’t know why she stays. It feels like home, and so she stays, though she doesn’t know what home is truly supposed to feel like. The land is kind to her, and Castile is kindly enough in his way, and the rest? Well, she hardly knows them. Brunhilde seems intrigued by her, which might be the closest thing to kindness Brunhilde knows. Yet Ori knows no one else but Pteron, who does not even call Loess home anymore. It is her own fault, she knows. Ori spends more time creating worlds around her than living in the real world, and still some days she wonders if those she sees and meets are real or simply her own mind gone astray. Even if her mother’s don’t plague her so often, she still does not truly know the difference between reality and illusion.
There’s nothing keeping you here, he says, and she finds his gaze as his eyes flick back to hers for a moment. His attention though lingers on the horizon, and she ruffles the underused wings on her back. They felt like decoration to her, were always an afterthought to the earth-bound girl. But they were not decoration, and she was not earth-bound. They were freedom, and she a naïve fool.
He keeps talking, telling her how she could see everything and it sounds lovely and lonely all at once. Ori is so used to staying, so used to not truly existing as her illusions don’t truly exist. Perhaps she had begun, in some small way, to believe herself an illusion. Then he speaks of Icicle Isle and it’s lights, but the word that catches her attention is not based on beauty.
“We?” she asks, hope in her voice. What a strange feeling, the hope to be with someone else. It is not something she is familiar with, and the fear of rejection feels like a stab wound in her side already and yet…and yet he had said we. So she waits, just that one word hanging in the air, but oh, oh how she would go with him.
but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too.
@[Pteron]
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