Gradually, the apprehension wore away, settled back into its crawling, creeping, slithering compartments, tracing back over forlorn fibers, to rear its sadistic head again another day, another time, another place. She drank and consumed the airs, the wiles, the venues of simplicity and affability, poised aloft for all the world to see as beckoning, welcoming, amiable and delightful, hoping the realm could see a nightingale’s song and a swallow’s endeavors. She wanted to sear over Ashamin’s potent nerves, smother and alight them away, cast them into darker patches, heal and scorch and soothe all at once, when all she could do was smile, radiate, revere, the oaken forest and the clawing mountains, remain regal, fair, and majestic. So the nymph did just that, stood beneath the trembling spheres and the aurora’s moon, a sword, a shield, an awakening, blooming floret constantly damned, constantly shrouded, but stretching past the veil, past the cloak, past the daggers, to reclaim her happiness, her enlightenment, her purpose – whatever it was in that hour, in that echo. The gentleness, the fragility, the delicacy in which they all stepped caused her earnest heart to stomp and dismay the passages and rites of slivers and fragments, and while she listened at the pleasantries, at all the unspoken words and whims, her heart pressed and thudded into fervent, ardent reverie and rapture. She tilted her head in the slightest towards the newcomer Rexanna, the most minute of impish candor, suddenly delighted and enlightened by the intrigue dabbling over her notions, her sentiments, her rationale. “Not necessarily. Perhaps it was you all along.” The nymph winked again, imparted more of her warmth, her tenderness, along the gallows, the doldrums, the swarming, suffocating melancholy, unwilling to be trapped and smothered in its clenching, gnawing fist. Neither of them should be ensnared in the corridors of contempt either. Neither of them should be weary. Neither of them should be lost, driven down strange, altering paths, routes they never wanted to take. So what did they want? What did they crave? What did they yearn to see in the snow-covered lands? What was here for Ashamin? What kept Rexanna in its wake? Lena</style> |
[OPEN] [LENA] [Introduction Thread] Your Sky
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