how much heartache can we take?
The intricate makeup of the snowflakes makes me question how intricate my own life was. Was my life meaningful, meaningless? Why did this fleshy vessel of scars and wounds, why did it exist? Why did it trudge through the shadows, finding the light, try and push through the mire, only to fall into the mud? I question many things, and remain silent, even now, as the snow drifts upon my back in piles of ivory, I think, I question.
The stranger, he moves ever closer, pressing himself against my ice-cold pelt. He is warm, warm like the promise of an impending springtime, a summer that will soon reign thereafter. He brings with him a sunshine light, a blessing, a disguise of a knight, helpful for a damsel. I say nothing, silent, ever so silent, against the fall of gentle flakes, against the cold breeze that teases. I swallow a breath, and then another, until Tioga appears, a break in the snowdrifts. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, words sound hollow, broken. 'Stranger.' I say, as it is all I can muster, adjust. He is just that, a wintry wanderer, a stranger, a knight. I nod, tearing myself away from the warmth, almost reluctantly, walnut eyes finding her copper tinged orbs, I smile, weary, as cold, as forgotten as the flakes that fall to the floor. 'He is a stranger.' I turn back to him, only to listen to his words. He is polite, as sweet as the succulent mint that grows in the spring, the softness of the honeysuckle bushes that smell so sweet, to enticing. If only they did not seem so far away.
'Ledger. The Stranger is Ledger.' I pause then, twisted ears sodden with snowflakes. 'Ledger is no stranger to the Gates. The Gates would bring him in, bring you in. the Gates are safe, safe.' I say gently, a voice quivering against the cold in billows. 'I'm Reuen.' I say, ears still, lips tight. 'This is Tioga.' I say once more, motioning my shoulder, angling it towards the young girl. And then, I turn my hollow hazel gaze back to the dear child, I remember her birth, her sweet mother's agony. 'Tioga. Ledger. Tioga. Ledger.' I say, over, over, again and again, as if the very mention of their names burn into my skull, my memory bank. Forever known, forever there, to haunt me, to hunt me...
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little broken girl of the gates
OOC: I'm so sorry! I thought I had replied to this =[