01-27-2024, 12:06 AM
yes i know that love is like ghosts,
few have seen it but everybody talks —
few have seen it but everybody talks —
She is grateful that he does not appear to be cruel or unkind; she had been so focused on the fact that he is not a ghost that she had not paused long enough to study him, and it was not until his gaze settled on her that she became starkly aware of how fragile her confidence had become.
The spirits wear her down, and the living make her feel shy and hesitant; perhaps there really is nowhere in this world carved out for her.
But she ignores that urge to flee that hums in her bones, the one that whispers to her to leave before she makes a fool of herself.
For the first time in a long time she shuts out every kind of susurration and listens only to the voice in front of her.
He asks her if she lives here, and she gives a small shake of her head, the sunlight glancing off the rubies and other stones that decorate her skin. “I don’t. I’ve actually never been here before but my parents lived here a long time ago,” she admits, and briefly she wonders if she is even allowed to be here? Everything that her mother had said of the Gates is that it had once been a warm, welcoming kingdom, and she had only assumed that this recent rendition still held the same values. But so lost in her own thoughts she had been that she had not considered how time had a way of changing places, and that what had once been true when Plume and Anonya lived here could have drowned with the old kingdom in the sea.
She cannot explain why she feels guilty when he asks her why she seems sad.
Perhaps because she realizes she does such a poor job of hiding it, and it suddenly feels like she has unknowingly been casting her burden onto those around her. And it has not even been worth it, because her shoulders still ache from the weight of it. “I just…have a lot on my mind, I guess,” she offers as a quiet explanation, unsure if she could even begin to unravel all the knotted things she feels to a stranger.
When she looks back up, her dark lips lift into a small smile in a tentative attempt to relay to him that she is not entirely drowning beneath the sorrow she carries. “I’m Narya. Do you live here?”
The spirits wear her down, and the living make her feel shy and hesitant; perhaps there really is nowhere in this world carved out for her.
But she ignores that urge to flee that hums in her bones, the one that whispers to her to leave before she makes a fool of herself.
For the first time in a long time she shuts out every kind of susurration and listens only to the voice in front of her.
He asks her if she lives here, and she gives a small shake of her head, the sunlight glancing off the rubies and other stones that decorate her skin. “I don’t. I’ve actually never been here before but my parents lived here a long time ago,” she admits, and briefly she wonders if she is even allowed to be here? Everything that her mother had said of the Gates is that it had once been a warm, welcoming kingdom, and she had only assumed that this recent rendition still held the same values. But so lost in her own thoughts she had been that she had not considered how time had a way of changing places, and that what had once been true when Plume and Anonya lived here could have drowned with the old kingdom in the sea.
She cannot explain why she feels guilty when he asks her why she seems sad.
Perhaps because she realizes she does such a poor job of hiding it, and it suddenly feels like she has unknowingly been casting her burden onto those around her. And it has not even been worth it, because her shoulders still ache from the weight of it. “I just…have a lot on my mind, I guess,” she offers as a quiet explanation, unsure if she could even begin to unravel all the knotted things she feels to a stranger.
When she looks back up, her dark lips lift into a small smile in a tentative attempt to relay to him that she is not entirely drowning beneath the sorrow she carries. “I’m Narya. Do you live here?”
Narya
— spirits follow everywhere i go,
they sing all day and they haunt me in the night
they sing all day and they haunt me in the night
@
Everclear