herfear·:
❝ — . . . ❞ perched upon the ledge of the fire place, aria has favorite tea mug clutched tightly in her hands & hazel eyes are ghostly as she stares at flickers of flames that felt more like a metaphor for her life the longer they held her. friend can be heard entering & she does not look up right away, but when gaze does abruptly rise from embers after several beats, eyes bear the best resemblance of an apology she could muster in that moment.
❝ . . . i don’t know what to believe anymore. ❞ initial pleasantries are abandoned, tone distant & far away, rough with the forthcoming of tears.
@hergrave··.
❝ ARIA? ❞ dulcet timbre leaves a mellisonant remedy, a saccharine girl turned withering. a marcescent flower: beauty remains but all is hollow & dead. she relishes in silence, something unheard of for the bellwether, but something needed for weary bone & weary mind. guilt pangs / rumbles in her gut for something long forgotten. digits reach out, comb through opposite locks. they live in moiety, two girls forged from tragedy. ❝ neither do i. about anything anymore. look, it’s gonna be okay. you know you can talk to me, right? ❞








