[private] I know I need us more than I need me // colby-pon

[Hourglass]

She spends so much time lost in the woods that she is starting to think she isn’t lost at all. It works as a good enough excuse, at least, to tell her mother when she arrives home late at night or early in the morning or really any time other than when she is supposed to. She doesn’t think her mother believes her, exactly, but Desire never says anything to contradict her. She doubts her mother ever clung to her own mother’s side, either, so it makes sense that while she preferred her twin glass daughters to stay close, it never angered her that they did not.

Sometimes she can convince Clementia to disappear with her, although she finds herself alone most of the time. It was never something that she did on purpose – she adored her sister and would share every memory with her if she could. But there was a restlessness in her bones that she found impossible to ignore. It hummed like a livewire just beneath the surface of her skin, drove her to dark corners and hidden valleys, across rivers and over hills. She was powerless to it; she heeded that wanderlust every time it struck her, no questions asked.

She is standing ankle-deep in a stream that winds through the forest, studying the life that lives below the shimmering surface, when she hears a short cry. Lifting her head, she goes entirely still, nearly holding her breath as she strains for any other sounds. She thinks she can hear rustling, and with slow and cautious steps, she retreats from the stream, following the sounds of someone rustling and fidgeting.

When she finds him, the sight of him makes her gasp, her lilac-colored eyes widening in alarm. “What happened?” She asks him as she rushes forward without taking a moment to gauge whether he was welcoming to strange glass girls nearly crashing into his personal space. “I would ask if you’re okay, but I mean....” she gestures at the blood dripping down his side where the branch protruded from his skin, her face shadowed with sympathy and worry, though maybe also a little bit of fascination. She stares hard at the injury, her eyes narrowing in thought before saying slowly, “I think I could pull it out. Will you let me try?”

I don’t believe that anybody
feels the way I do about you now

H  O  U  R  G  L  A S S

@[Indius]