riverring.
@ferverence
CONNIE’S SILENCE WARMS HER ALL OVER. it is a slow trickle, from the briefest of smiles she grants yekaterina when the girl glances pass; down to the steadfast, encouraging squeeze of the hand when she shows her a finished pattern. the sun in the woman’s eyes weaves intricate praises that the doll-girl finds lodged in her throat quite pleasantly. patience can be so rewarding. she chews on it like cotton candy, allowing contentment to sedate her mind.
she looks down now, finding herself almost done with a blossomed rose, cotton threads almost bleeding under her fingers. they have roses at home too – too much, in fact. andrei brought two massive bouquets home yesterday, collar and cheeks stenched in hazy pleasure. he rarely drinks that much, and she knows the secret behind his dreamy grin. yekaterina did not find distaste on her tongue then, opening the door for him and seeing the warmth on his face stay true, untouched by the erosion consuming their house (tendriling from her wretchedly). andrei’s happiness aimed at her is a relic she has to earn, but on those days it gets easier.
she puts the needle down distractedly, then, “ connie. have you met andrei’s boyfriend? ” a pause to glance at the embroidered rose in her hands again. “ well. i think he is a boyfriend. ”
the house settles in the silence, a creaking sound in the corner of the living room, the floor pops in the kitchen. the woman, caretaker of those with broken wings, is in the kitchen making something sweet for the tongue. a danish with some strawberry jam in the middle, something not too sweet and warm in the stomach. yekaterina has been silent the whole time too, focused in on the thing she’s crafting in her hands. even if she were to prick her finger she wouldn’t so much as let out a peep, but connie would know anyways.
they almost mimic each other without notice. yekaterina puts the needle down, connie puts the danishes in the over and makes her way to the doll-girl. she has a finger tip in her mouth licking some of the sweet jam away. she’s proud of her work. she sits beside yekaterina and her eyes widen. “ no, i haven’t! in fact, i haven’t seen andrei in a heartbeat. “ she grins at the news as she can just imagine andrei happier than ever. “ when do you suppose i can see him again? “
