11-12-2018, 04:32 PM
So let your heart, sweet heart
Be your compass when you're lost Madelyn doesn’t know what it is like to live within a world of darkness. All she has ever known is happiness. Even the memories that once brought her sadness—the one where her mother abandon her—no longer have a reign on her perspective of the world. Within this darkness she has awoken in, there was a silver lining. He was her silver lining right now. She holds desperately onto that. It wasn’t out of need, but out of finding a way out of the darkness. A light that came to her in her time of chaos and confusion. The way he says plague again only confirms what she heard through the screams and cries. Beqanna was being consumed by a deathly disease. It seemed hopeless, but she had to find a way out. They both did. Her hazel gaze never leaves the white angel. She could not, would not. Even if she blinked he could be gone within an instant. Just a dream within a dream. Was it a dream though? It could be. A part of her almost pleaded that this was. But it is not. It’s too real right now. Tiphon was more of a forward thinker than her. She wouldn’t have possibly thought of leaving or finding safety just yet. Was there any safety to be found? The dreamer doesn’t know. But maybe, just maybe there was. She can only hope. Madelyn nods her head. “You are right. We definitely cannot stay here.” She smiles next at his offer. It was more than she could ask for, especially Tiphon who is a stranger to her still. But he had only shown her kindness since they had met, so why should she not go with him? “I would like that,” she says agreeing to go with him. They would need to find refuge, a safe place away from this disease. She didn’t want to die, to become a victim of this plague that consumed her homeland. His touch is warm and welcoming within the icy cold night. It brings a soft smile to her velvet lips, and instantly makes her face feel hot as she blushes at him. However, she must remind herself, must tell herself, that it was only a warm gesture. “Thank you,” she says softly, finding her voice after a few moments of silence and getting a hold of herself. She returns the gesture in return, though hers is shorter lived. “I think we should go now,” she offers. Who knew what else the plague brought too. There perhaps were more dangers lurking around than just the spread of a deathly disease. Madelyn a naïve daughter of emelia & nocturnal |
@[Tiphon]