10-02-2021, 09:48 PM
liesma
She cannot see the thing he sees but she can feel the shift.
She can feel the shift in the air and in her friend as the thing makes itself known.
She glances around, peering into the darkness that bends around them, but sees nothing. It is a thing that belongs to him alone and his answer does little to ease the burden of her confusion.
(She does not fear dark things, Liesma, because her father has told her of the things he dreams. He has told her that her mother dreamed herself fearsome, untouchable. Liesma knows that dark things exist and that sometimes they are not always as dark as they seem. But this thing that plagues him turns the air around them thick and heavy.
But Liesma, all she has to do is think of her father and how dark he can be in his dreams because there is a monster that lives inside him. All she has to do is think of the parents she came from and know that no darkness can truly touch her. Not while she has stars on her skin.
No, Liesma is not afraid and she wants to encourage Fyr not to be afraid either. Afraid of the things she cannot see, afraid of someday hurting her feelings.
She is beautiful, she knows that, but she is not breakable.)
But she tilts her head when he moves to separate himself from her. She studies him across the dark stretch of air between them and then nods.
“Okay, Fyr,” she says. There is no animosity in it, no disappointment. In it, there is the promise that this will not be the last time they cross paths.
Still, she asks, “will I see you again?”
She can feel the shift in the air and in her friend as the thing makes itself known.
She glances around, peering into the darkness that bends around them, but sees nothing. It is a thing that belongs to him alone and his answer does little to ease the burden of her confusion.
(She does not fear dark things, Liesma, because her father has told her of the things he dreams. He has told her that her mother dreamed herself fearsome, untouchable. Liesma knows that dark things exist and that sometimes they are not always as dark as they seem. But this thing that plagues him turns the air around them thick and heavy.
But Liesma, all she has to do is think of her father and how dark he can be in his dreams because there is a monster that lives inside him. All she has to do is think of the parents she came from and know that no darkness can truly touch her. Not while she has stars on her skin.
No, Liesma is not afraid and she wants to encourage Fyr not to be afraid either. Afraid of the things she cannot see, afraid of someday hurting her feelings.
She is beautiful, she knows that, but she is not breakable.)
But she tilts her head when he moves to separate himself from her. She studies him across the dark stretch of air between them and then nods.
“Okay, Fyr,” she says. There is no animosity in it, no disappointment. In it, there is the promise that this will not be the last time they cross paths.
Still, she asks, “will I see you again?”
i see you shining through the treetops
But i don’t feel you pulling strings anymore
But i don’t feel you pulling strings anymore
@Fyr