she wanted what every young heart wanted —
for something beautiful to find her beautiful.
for something beautiful to find her beautiful.
She knew what had happened, of course. She knew that her mother had gone to Loess, revenge on her mind, and hatred in her veins. She had known who Starsin was hunting, but she had also known better than to try and stop her. There was nothing in this world that her mother held as close as she did Ophanim and their children, and in the end, it did not matter who it was that brought them harm; Starsin could not be reasoned with.
The entire ordeal had weighed heavily on Lilt's fragile heart for a number of reasons. There was a part of her that, guiltily, felt almost relieved in knowing Ghaul could not hurt her father and brother again. Mostly, though, her heart was twisted in anguish for Lie. He had been his son, after all, and Lilt could not begin to fathom the pain she would feel if something ever happened to Rosemary and Somerset.
It’s why she tries to not feel wounded by Lie’s absence. She grants him the space he needs, and she waits with the never-ending patience she had been born with, because she knows – trusts entirely – that he will always come back.
And he does come back, along with the sun. She finds him set against the golden of the sunrise, backlit by its glow. It brings a smile to her dark lips, quiet and subdued though it was. She moves to meet him halfway, and she does not hesitate to press her chest into his, burying her black nose into the tangles of his light mane. “I’ve missed you, too,” she tells him quietly, breathing in the familiar scent of him and letting it settle someone of the unease in her chest. She pulls back slightly, just enough for her silver eyes to search his, before asking cautiously, “Are you...okay?”
The entire ordeal had weighed heavily on Lilt's fragile heart for a number of reasons. There was a part of her that, guiltily, felt almost relieved in knowing Ghaul could not hurt her father and brother again. Mostly, though, her heart was twisted in anguish for Lie. He had been his son, after all, and Lilt could not begin to fathom the pain she would feel if something ever happened to Rosemary and Somerset.
It’s why she tries to not feel wounded by Lie’s absence. She grants him the space he needs, and she waits with the never-ending patience she had been born with, because she knows – trusts entirely – that he will always come back.
And he does come back, along with the sun. She finds him set against the golden of the sunrise, backlit by its glow. It brings a smile to her dark lips, quiet and subdued though it was. She moves to meet him halfway, and she does not hesitate to press her chest into his, burying her black nose into the tangles of his light mane. “I’ve missed you, too,” she tells him quietly, breathing in the familiar scent of him and letting it settle someone of the unease in her chest. She pulls back slightly, just enough for her silver eyes to search his, before asking cautiously, “Are you...okay?”
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