02-11-2024, 03:05 PM
yes i know that love is like ghosts,
few have seen it but everybody talks —
few have seen it but everybody talks —
There is a small exhale of relief when he says he will not ask further questions, a slow loosening of tense shoulders and a softening in her expression. She did not want to burden him with all of her troubles, especially since they always sounded so trivial when spoken out loud. She knows others have had it harder, and though that did not change the bone-deep exhaustion that she felt she still did not like casting her burdens to someone else.
“Everclear,” she repeats his name in her soft voice, a small smile lifting at the corners of her mouth. She liked the sound of it, the way the syllables fit on her tongue. She had missed having a reason to say someone else’s name.
“I don’t know if I have really been a part of anything,” she says, that whisper of sadness still hiding behind the words. But her face grows thoughtful, as she realizes where they are standing — in a kingdom that was rebuilt thanks in part to her effort. When they — she and a group of strangers, all pulled forward by the same force — had closed the rift between Baltia and Stratos, the rest of Beqanna had shifted, revealing some lost lands while others disappeared forever. Perhaps it was fate that the kingdom her parents had once called home would be one of the lucky few to be rebirthed.
Or perhaps, she thinks as she looks around the lonely land, it is a reminder that nothing alive was meant to be hers. She is made for ghosts and haunted places, and even the life she brings back is not truly alive.
But he is here, and he is a living, breathing thing. For once her heart is not the only one that is beating, and while she cannot feel his it is reassuring to simply know.
“What was it like when you lived here? My parents say the Gates was called a ‘good’ kingdom, but the idea seems strange to me.” Beqanna was not separated in such a way any longer. Good and evil walked hand in hand, and she found it easier to trust no one at all.
“Everclear,” she repeats his name in her soft voice, a small smile lifting at the corners of her mouth. She liked the sound of it, the way the syllables fit on her tongue. She had missed having a reason to say someone else’s name.
“I don’t know if I have really been a part of anything,” she says, that whisper of sadness still hiding behind the words. But her face grows thoughtful, as she realizes where they are standing — in a kingdom that was rebuilt thanks in part to her effort. When they — she and a group of strangers, all pulled forward by the same force — had closed the rift between Baltia and Stratos, the rest of Beqanna had shifted, revealing some lost lands while others disappeared forever. Perhaps it was fate that the kingdom her parents had once called home would be one of the lucky few to be rebirthed.
Or perhaps, she thinks as she looks around the lonely land, it is a reminder that nothing alive was meant to be hers. She is made for ghosts and haunted places, and even the life she brings back is not truly alive.
But he is here, and he is a living, breathing thing. For once her heart is not the only one that is beating, and while she cannot feel his it is reassuring to simply know.
“What was it like when you lived here? My parents say the Gates was called a ‘good’ kingdom, but the idea seems strange to me.” Beqanna was not separated in such a way any longer. Good and evil walked hand in hand, and she found it easier to trust no one at all.
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