11-13-2021, 02:29 PM
There is small part, buried deep inside the cracks of her soul and in the thump of her heart that goes on, that chants over and over again. Survive, it says. Sometimes it overlays the sound of run, run, run as it whispers in and out of her bones like the wind through valleys. Other times that word, survive, is on its own. It's quieter in those moments, as if it is only the part of her soul that longs, that whispers.
Those are the times she longs for something and the gnawing in her belly feels like it needs more than food and water. That's when the hunger feels like it could devour the moon, the stars and drink the sea until it's dry. Even then, she thinks, that rabid hunger might not be satisfied.
She is caught off guard by the sudden company of another-- from the smooth-surfaced pond of her thoughts there is a ripple, and then a wave. Her heart rattles like a cage in her chest. She is careful when she looks at him, but even then, what barriers she has erected are made of cardboard and thin glass. Elliana's gaze is intense and winter cold as she judges him. She feels like a cornered beast, frantic and broken and unsure if she wants to just surrender to the mystery of him. If she could break him open, what would she find within?
Are you alone?
The pauses draws out too long, brittle and broken up with the steady way she breathes in and out to focus herself. She tries to be brave, tries, tries. She smiles. Brave, brave, little girl. “I think so,” she says, and her smile dissolves like mist.
Those are the times she longs for something and the gnawing in her belly feels like it needs more than food and water. That's when the hunger feels like it could devour the moon, the stars and drink the sea until it's dry. Even then, she thinks, that rabid hunger might not be satisfied.
She is caught off guard by the sudden company of another-- from the smooth-surfaced pond of her thoughts there is a ripple, and then a wave. Her heart rattles like a cage in her chest. She is careful when she looks at him, but even then, what barriers she has erected are made of cardboard and thin glass. Elliana's gaze is intense and winter cold as she judges him. She feels like a cornered beast, frantic and broken and unsure if she wants to just surrender to the mystery of him. If she could break him open, what would she find within?
Are you alone?
The pauses draws out too long, brittle and broken up with the steady way she breathes in and out to focus herself. She tries to be brave, tries, tries. She smiles. Brave, brave, little girl. “I think so,” she says, and her smile dissolves like mist.