for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
Things really don’t go the way you expect them to. When Lie joins his family in the meadow she is happy to see him (for the first time the last week, poor fellow) and expects to have him greet his beautiful child and praise his beloved for her hard work. That’s...not what happens. She is brushing her lips over her child’s hip, preparing to reach for Litotes after reassuring herself that their beautiful child is real when Brunhilde totters, fumbles back on her rump and releases a sneeze… made of flame.
Kensa tosses her head, eyes nearly rolling as she snaps them toward Litotes. What in the hell and she can not agree more, but there are little ears now. Over the sound of angelic giggles Kensa shoots her lover a look of bewilderment. Pretty tongues of flame hover over the girls nostrils, and Kensa’s anxiety and confusion keep her too distracted to hear what Lie says to her. “...What?” She manages to ask, but she is trailing a few steps after squealing happy girl who has returned to her feet and is running and shouting out words she should not yet know. Kensa turns a dark look on Litotes, who is still speechless.
How sweet the filly looks as she settles in the grass on her rump and a rainbow of butterflies draws in to flutter around her. Kensa cannot believe her eyes, draws closer, a butterfly alighting on her own mane, resting from its worship of the darling girl... hell.
A butterfly is immolated, falling away into ash. There is an angel smile on that wild little face.
“I don’t even know where to begin.” Kensa says trying her best not to sound exasperated. What a memory this will be… but right now she is just as confused as Lie. So she glances at him and the goes to their little one, brushing her lips over the short red curls atop Hildy’s head. “Those are butterflies darling. They’re prettier if you don’t burn them.” She realizes that the filly might not agree but as long as they can get a few more words into her vocabulary beyond ‘hell’ they’ll be doing an excellent job as parents…relatively. Kensa looks at Lie, wants to ask him whose child this is (a joke) but instead smiles encouragingly or a little insistently say something.
@[brunhilde]
