#a-lost-lamb

[an-act-of-love]

s k i e s // sofia lamb

A bird flies as it intends to. If it wants to go to the nearest tree, it will. If it wants to stay in the ground a sing with his full, little lungs, it will. There is no way, for us, mortals, unaware of how irrational behaviour works, to stop nature.

I wonder sometimes if nature is cruel with us, as opposed to what is said of our kind. She gives us life, burdens to bear. Sights to see, lips to kiss. Daughters to love. But why does her need to make us rational. To have a mind, to think. I have wondered that many times without conclusion - it is beyond any possible understanding of mine... I shouldn't even make these questions... It is my job to understand the mind, not the mother.

I am, though, but a mother. I have carried a child in me, and said child saved me from a possible and well deserved death. I thought dying would keep me and my ideals sealed in that damned sea, yet, being saved, being able to breathe made me realise that... I was wrong all along, I am not a leader, I am... a mother. If there is anyone who should reach perfection is not my kind, but my daughter alone... and perfection she found when she saved me...

I know she's in the sky, as well as I do. I wonder if she misses me. I do know I miss her... My tears would speak for themselves. I wonder if she remembers me at all... If she'd even reconsider calling me a mother again...

Eleanor, why did you save me? That is my question for you, my dear, when I finally set my eyes on you. Why, in your little gift of nature, did you even think that I was worth of salvation?

Was it love?

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//Eleanor, your mother will love you. ...Delta too, but I can't be bothered with him.

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a-lost-lamb respondeu sua publicao: //hi

((Question& Do you have Skype?))

((yes, i do!))

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a-lost-lamb respondeu sua publicao: //so i went from full psychological and...

((-pats on shoulders- Youre alright, dear~))

((thanks :/ it's hard to stay ic when all the feels are being felt due to sofia/delta)

[jsssteinman]

The Girl in the Tower // Steinman & Eleanor

Steinman wondered through Emporia, not entirely sure where he was heading. His lucrative encounter with Fontaine now put his mind at rest and perhaps now he could fully concentrate on revenge. But with  nothing to assist him it was only waiting game until he tracked them down, and rambling throughout Columbia wouldn’t do anything but drain his energy into tiredness. Instead, he saw this as a chance to gather necessary provisions, Money, food, salts - anything he could find, and like Rapture many things were carelessly left lying around the city.

After he had gathered a few supplies together -enough to sustain himself for a few days at most, and his eve was almost fully restored he had a sudden strange feeling… As if he should be in a certain place… at a certain time…

He tried to shake the feeling off, but the more he thought about it, the more he wondered what was waiting for him… So he started walking, following his instincts… maybe the goddess was leading him to one of his enemies… answering his prayers with her omniscient guidance…

And she led him all the way back to the garden where he had encountered Andrew Ryan… and the looming tower that awaited his ascent… Steinman knew this had to be the place… For only now did he feel this tremendous urge to see what awaited him at the top.

At the foot of the tower, the door was already unlocked and ajar. He swiftly moved up the hundreds of stairs, climbing up higher and higher. A strong sense of urgency began to build up inside him, which increased with every upward stride. After long twenty minute ascension he made it to the top.

A lone door waited ahead to the outside balcony. He took a few seconds to catch his breath again and then he was ready to face whatever unknown mystery awaited him on the other side. Steinman took his last few decelerated steps, and then rested his hand on the handle. Closing his eyes in mental preparation, now ready to face whatever enemy Aphrodite had led him too, he held his breath and opened the door…

Opening his eyes, Steinman saw only a woman before him… but not just any woman… It was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life… “Aphrodite?” he asked in uncertain perplexity, but it was not his beloved goddess…It was Eleanor.