@predacious : ❝ nothing makes any sense . ❞
𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 , soft bells through forest winds ; after all these years , she still retains that dear innocence that has marked her . despite these things she has done , committed horrors , she has always been considered childlike . ( or so they have sworn , as they wander towards like lambs to the slaughter . ) she uses her desire to protect , always had ; the ruby - lipped predator . these moments , when deer lie drained in the forest and sun beats heavy down and warms even the marble of their skin . the lazy days of immortality stretch out before them , but his future has never been so tumultuous , kaleidoscopic colours flow fragmented before her eyes as she watches him decide and re - decide over and over , a million pathways going forward . she enjoys the change of it , likes to see the way fear over eating the humour make way to curiosity , and then , something else entirely , perhaps ?
( something new entirely , then , sticking out ; those blood red eyes . )
she’s courteous today , somewhat , and he’s just back , so she’s carefully picking through images , never allowing him more than a glance while honeyed - hues remain trained on the distance . she knows what it is to be saved by love , and have it change the known world . ( though she was never really without it , just waiting , waiting , waiting , until he came to her . ) how different it would be , to be alone ! he deserves happiness , after all this time .
❝ well , if you made a decision rather than flicking back and forth between whether you want to kill the girl or not , maybe i’d be able to see more clearly . thought about that one , eddie ? ❞ tone filled only with light and her hand coming quickly to link in with his , a smile playing gently on her lips . strange to find one who understands the burdens she bears , the endless nature of the things she can see . all that may , or may not , be . ❝ it’s good to have you back . ❞