"You’ll always be one of my Stars, Brazen.”
Lilliana understands what her friend is saying and she’s agreed with the reasoning in the past. Escape notice, slip through the shadows - perhaps it was the reason she became so enamored of Taiga in the beginning. Lilli - with her copper hide and those startling blue eyes - thought she could hide beneath the massive Redwoods of the North.
She, like most of the residents there, would be looking up, always admiring the strength and resiliency that came from a forest that looked as timeless as the fog that inhabited it.
At the end of it all, that was really what she had been seeking - that quiet Elaina had hoped for them both.
So while Lilliana thinks she certainly understands her friend, there is an affection reserved just for Brazen warming her gaze. They both want obscurity - for different reasons - but Lilli doesn’t mind shining here, letting a little piece slip through her own armor. Brazen, who wears her ending on the outside (and Lilli would fight it, would sap herself of any reservoir she had, would petition the Mountain itself to spare her companion of it) isn’t so different from the copper mare - Lilli’s ending has always been in her beginning.
But how can she say that? And especially now, when her own version of immortality rests and glows so softly at her ankles.
The request that Lilliana asks has a price and when her bone-armored friend agrees to it (and how she loves you for that, Brazen, though her tongue will tie itself on the word), relief comes across her refined features like the coming night does. It’s a shadow before she reaches out to gently trace the proud curve of her cheek, pressing lightly against those boned edges that cause her friend so much guilt. "Thank you, Brazen.” She murmurs sweetly into the fading twilight.
And because of who she is - because she still remembers standing beside Elaina telling her she would not run, who had scowled at Underworld and told him she would not leave, who offered herself so willingly to spare Ruth and Fiorina - Lilli braves a smile, making a promise she knows that can never truly keep.
"No,” she smiles behind quiet eyes, “nothing is happening to me. But it means everything to know that they would be with you, if something did.”
Because if there is anyone who understands Lilliana, who understands what she is truly asking, it would be Brazen.
Always brave, persistent Brazen.
Lilliana understands what her friend is saying and she’s agreed with the reasoning in the past. Escape notice, slip through the shadows - perhaps it was the reason she became so enamored of Taiga in the beginning. Lilli - with her copper hide and those startling blue eyes - thought she could hide beneath the massive Redwoods of the North.
She, like most of the residents there, would be looking up, always admiring the strength and resiliency that came from a forest that looked as timeless as the fog that inhabited it.
At the end of it all, that was really what she had been seeking - that quiet Elaina had hoped for them both.
So while Lilliana thinks she certainly understands her friend, there is an affection reserved just for Brazen warming her gaze. They both want obscurity - for different reasons - but Lilli doesn’t mind shining here, letting a little piece slip through her own armor. Brazen, who wears her ending on the outside (and Lilli would fight it, would sap herself of any reservoir she had, would petition the Mountain itself to spare her companion of it) isn’t so different from the copper mare - Lilli’s ending has always been in her beginning.
But how can she say that? And especially now, when her own version of immortality rests and glows so softly at her ankles.
The request that Lilliana asks has a price and when her bone-armored friend agrees to it (and how she loves you for that, Brazen, though her tongue will tie itself on the word), relief comes across her refined features like the coming night does. It’s a shadow before she reaches out to gently trace the proud curve of her cheek, pressing lightly against those boned edges that cause her friend so much guilt. "Thank you, Brazen.” She murmurs sweetly into the fading twilight.
And because of who she is - because she still remembers standing beside Elaina telling her she would not run, who had scowled at Underworld and told him she would not leave, who offered herself so willingly to spare Ruth and Fiorina - Lilli braves a smile, making a promise she knows that can never truly keep.
"No,” she smiles behind quiet eyes, “nothing is happening to me. But it means everything to know that they would be with you, if something did.”
Because if there is anyone who understands Lilliana, who understands what she is truly asking, it would be Brazen.
Always brave, persistent Brazen.
but it's all in the past, love
it's all gone with the wind