02-26-2017, 04:15 PM
charlemagne
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
There was a slight tremor to the night that pressed in against Carli’s thoughts. She was a child of this land, and yet she had outgrown most of these trees. Why would the land renew itself, and then allow sinners like her back inside its borders? Her golden eyes looked through the forest—so familiar and yet so foreign. A forest that had grown from nothing since she’d left. The days that she had spent in exile, wiling away the years of her immortality. Children she’d had—loves she’d suffered under. It always led her back here. And now amongst the trees, she was no more as the rest of them. Bleeding into a tapestry of nothingness, she was able to be “normal” for the first time in her entire life… if there was such a thing. The land was stained with the blood of her ancestors, and of her children.
And yet she remained.
The solemnity of that reality made Charlemagne all the more determined to live her life as she pleased. Her solitude would come to an end eventually. But for now, she clung to the outskirts of a life she knew would be hers…
All she needed was patience.
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?