12-23-2020, 11:25 PM
i think i'm better on my own but i get so lost in you
Desire was not a perfect mother – not by far. She had been raised by a woman who, while protective and affectionate when her children were newborns often lost track of them as they grew older. She and Stave had been young – likely too young – when they had broke away from their mother and set off on their own, and while Desire was not nearly as careless as Ryatah could be, she did not coddle her twin daughters now that they were nearly grown. Though they were fragile and made of glass, like their father, she could not bring herself to keep them trapped at her side forever. They would never experience the wonders of the world if they were under her constant watch, and so, a little reluctantly, she loosened her grasp on them.
If she had known – if she'd had any idea at all – that Hourglass had a heart made of glass, that the moment it broke she would be gone forever, she would not have let her go so easily.
As it is, even without that knowledge, she sees the young boy that her daughter had told her about. She had pointed him out from a distance, and while Desire had feigned disinterest, she had put the boy's face to memory.
And so when she sees him from where she stands, at his back, she is not surprised at the surge of overprotectiveness that flushes hot through her veins. Hourglass had seemed disappointed at the disappearance of this Aureus; had mentioned how it seemed as though he was purposely avoiding her. She suspects it was a simple crush, the same harmless flirtations Desire herself still indulged in, but to have her own daughter be on the receiving end of someone else's games – that wasn't something she was willing to let slide.
“Aureus?” She steps forward with her illusion already erected, her skin giving the appearance of chestnut-red glass, a glimmering galaxy-spiral centered in her chest. She smiles the same radiant smile she has seen from her daughter a hundred times, boldly stepping alongside of him, and looking at him with lilac-eyes as she says with a laugh, “I thought maybe you had been avoiding me.”
If she had known – if she'd had any idea at all – that Hourglass had a heart made of glass, that the moment it broke she would be gone forever, she would not have let her go so easily.
As it is, even without that knowledge, she sees the young boy that her daughter had told her about. She had pointed him out from a distance, and while Desire had feigned disinterest, she had put the boy's face to memory.
And so when she sees him from where she stands, at his back, she is not surprised at the surge of overprotectiveness that flushes hot through her veins. Hourglass had seemed disappointed at the disappearance of this Aureus; had mentioned how it seemed as though he was purposely avoiding her. She suspects it was a simple crush, the same harmless flirtations Desire herself still indulged in, but to have her own daughter be on the receiving end of someone else's games – that wasn't something she was willing to let slide.
“Aureus?” She steps forward with her illusion already erected, her skin giving the appearance of chestnut-red glass, a glimmering galaxy-spiral centered in her chest. She smiles the same radiant smile she has seen from her daughter a hundred times, boldly stepping alongside of him, and looking at him with lilac-eyes as she says with a laugh, “I thought maybe you had been avoiding me.”
i think i'm better on my own but i'm so obsessed with you
desire
