[private] wednesday my empty arms were open; litotes

[Kensa]

for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle

She could have come sooner, or even before she had learned what really happened to him. Her children were her priority, and then, once she knew why Litotes had not returned, anger. Anger that she had smothered in the forest only to have it flare up again as she returned home in the wee hours of the morning. 

Kensa has begun to get uncomfortably familiar with that emotion and with the resentment it rides in on. She wears her every feeling on her skin but even her anger has an energy that attracts.

It’s easy to step over the border into Loess, to pull the feline scent of him out of the air and head for it. She probably shouldn’t be here, but she is. She has business. First she has to see him quickly, her pale Lion Man, and then she will find the one who holds his chains. 

Her gold and chestnut  freckled limbs splash through a cold spring, and carry her through the dusty shrub covered Loess. When she sets eyes on a white lion perched on one of the many rocks strewn over this land she slows down to a canter and worry passes over her pretty blazed face. She doesn’t like when he sticks in that shape, and something tells her he hasn’t left it for some time. His bearing is more feline than it should be, her nostrils flare to sample his scent and make sure its a man she loves wearing that skin. 

“Litotes. You left us.” She says it before she can think, or stop herself. Halting a little way away from him even though she’d like to touch him...even like that, run her lips along his long back and make sure he is whole. Her eyes are too bright, and she shifts anxiously, knowing someone will soon try to intercept her and she needs to see a King. Feeling instantly guilty for attacking him rather than telling him she loves him or that she is glad that he is okay. She drops her ears back into her flaxen mane, pawing at the dry earth. “I am going to ask them to let you go.” She doesn’t explain how she will ask this, doesn’t realize that she is more than likely going to fail (refuses to consider it) 

She loves him. He confuses her. May one day frighten her, but she loves him with all the passion and stubbornness that she loves anything. 

“I need to go. I love you. I hope you remember that.” She turns to leave him, to go alone in search of the King. 

kensa

for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in.

@[litotes] Hi! I wanted this to be a real fast one, just a few posts back and forth. Then she is going to talk to Castile.