05-26-2021, 09:41 PM
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he was once a princess. Of Dusk and those early evening, when navy blue bathes the world and stars start peeking, forgetting their shyness, suddenly eager to dance for the world once more with no great sun to send them skittering into hiding.
She was once a princess, but it had been by the name of her mother and the same blood that blossomed through her own veins. But bleed her dry and it will not be blue, but red like the flower Isolt once gave her.
Elliana could not bring herself to look out and across that kingdom and feel love for its people, people she has never known, for a land that she has spent more time wandering away from than to.
And maybe that is why, when she pressed her lips to his ears, she whispered Beqanna, into it. Maybe it was the words of her mother, whispering to her beyond the veil that she now sat behind (like the wedding day Elliana wasn't there for). Cling to it, he had said, and she cut out a picture of what she thought it might be and placed in the locket of her heart.
She has felt this pain before, can name it, can paint it, and sing you songs about it. The type of pain that drains the color from the world, that sheds the stars of their nightly glow, and the wind of its wild stirrings. She is altogether too aware that it has been a long time since her time in a secret meadow and a night where she worse a crown fireflies.
She moves towards him, with a weight that feels heavier than she remembers, like she is suddenly all too aware of gravity and the way to hungers to drag them all back into the dirt they once came from. Elliana never knew moonlight had a weight until it presses now into the quiet dip of her spine.
Her life her path, her everything had morphed since the last time she saw him.
She had just been a reckless solemn girl with a wandering monarch butterfly for a heart, and he had just been a boy with wings that could touch the sky. The girl is altogether glad that Leo is here with her, that she found him once more. Even if her life had drastically changed since the last time they had met over the shared beauty of a tulip blooming. Back then, she was a reckless, yet solemn girl and he had just been a boy with wings that could touch the sky if so wished.
Those forget-me-not blue eyes turn to him, a half-laugh, soft and fleeting. We did, Leo, she says and presses her forehead adorned with that ivory heart against his own head. A motion she does not remember was inherited from her mother. She stands there staring at him, bright blue eyes storming with emotions. Leo… she doesn't want to say it, suddenly. She pretends to forget and rests his head along the slope of his shoulder. I’m glad you’re here.
..but nightmares are dreams too.