02-15-2021, 12:49 AM
i've been sleeping so long in a twenty-year dark night
and now i see daylight
and now i see daylight
Does she want to talk about it? There are times that she thinks that she does. In those rare moments of quiet, the ones that are now so few and far between, she thinks that perhaps simply giving a voice to all of her fears and anxieties might help put her mind at ease. She could tell Ava everything; how it wasn’t just her appearance that was different, but her mind too.
What is she going to do, though, when Ava tries to tell her it is all in her head? She can already imagine that look of sympathy—the kind that borders on pity—on her friend’s face, the kind that is laced with worry. She will tell her that perhaps she is just tired, that the mind can play cruel tricks when it is overworked and fatigued, and Narya will smile and nod in agreement even though the voices keep whispering in her head.
Maybe the secret is better off buried in her chest, hidden from the world.
“They’re lovely,” she tells her, her eyes again on the fireflies. She likes how delicate they are, and the way they glow so softly against the darkness of Ava’s mane. Her own rubies and gold were pretty things, but her added beauty had brought with it a curse, too, and she finds herself wondering if Ava’s fireflies were not all that they seemed to be, either.
Maybe all things came at a price, and everyone just hid it from the world.
“Something else changed,” she finds herself saying finally in answer to her question, but again she does not allow herself to meet her eyes. “Not….not just the way that I look.” She doesn’t know how to phrase it — not without sounding like she has lost touch with reality. She hesitates, her tongue trying to find the right words. “I hear things. Voices. And I don’t know where they’re coming from.”
What is she going to do, though, when Ava tries to tell her it is all in her head? She can already imagine that look of sympathy—the kind that borders on pity—on her friend’s face, the kind that is laced with worry. She will tell her that perhaps she is just tired, that the mind can play cruel tricks when it is overworked and fatigued, and Narya will smile and nod in agreement even though the voices keep whispering in her head.
Maybe the secret is better off buried in her chest, hidden from the world.
“They’re lovely,” she tells her, her eyes again on the fireflies. She likes how delicate they are, and the way they glow so softly against the darkness of Ava’s mane. Her own rubies and gold were pretty things, but her added beauty had brought with it a curse, too, and she finds herself wondering if Ava’s fireflies were not all that they seemed to be, either.
Maybe all things came at a price, and everyone just hid it from the world.
“Something else changed,” she finds herself saying finally in answer to her question, but again she does not allow herself to meet her eyes. “Not….not just the way that I look.” She doesn’t know how to phrase it — not without sounding like she has lost touch with reality. She hesitates, her tongue trying to find the right words. “I hear things. Voices. And I don’t know where they’re coming from.”
narya
@[Avelina]