[private] sunrise never waits

[lilliana]

She doesn’t have any composure, not anymore.

Precious, practiced Lilli has burned away her defined edges. She is nothing but fraying ends, unraveling threads that keep coming undone. Pretty Lilli isn’t the same girl with that quick (wildfire) smile or those bright, laughing eyes. Not anymore.

There is something in her - like a plea - that watches as Rhaegor shakes his head 'no.’ He has nothing to protect himself and as wild as thoughts and memories flow between them, she wonders if they are alike this way; that they let themselves become battering rams against their own emotions.

He startles her when she reaches down to touch him. The healing might have worked without touch but her abilities have been draining since the night she was taken from Taiga. Stress, heartache, nerves - all things coming unwound during her captivity in Pangea. It’s with a tentative touch that she reaches out to his chest and as the burn subsides (as the skin returns to what it was, what it should be), the thought-giver touches her.

Murmurs something into the tangles of her copper mane. Lilliana can’t tell what he is saying but she can guess.

If she had any doubts, a thought coils in her mind. You’re having a daughter, the stranger thinks. It’s the last thing he leaves her with and when he vanishes into the endless depth of night, that is where her mind will be. Where her heart will linger. To daughters and mothers, to the boys left behind her in Taiga.

Maybe years from now when this is all behind her, when she can reflect and reconcile, she’ll realize that they crossed paths without leaving each other worse than how they had been found. 

LILLIANA

if i ever get to heaven
i've got a long list of questions