For DADWC - "A familiar melody that’s hauntingly elusive" seems like a perfect prompt for a Solas ship. ^^
Thank you, sunshine!!! ❤❤ Some vague study for @dadrunkwriting
He would never be asked to describe her. Still, sometimes he thought about how he might, if asked. There was no place to start. To epitomize her—to truly interpret her, his Halesta—would be to illustrate what it was to be angry, or heartbroken, or in love. One could clinically put words to the underlying idea, but it could never do justice to the actual experience, the poignancy of emotion that cuts to the bone…. He could generalize. Her hair was a mess of unkempt grey pearl curls, her eyes the color of dust on sunbleached lavender. She was short and boyish about the chest, but had wide hips and shapely thighs. Halesta was brave and broken. Young but wise, old but tireless. She was selfless, but she was vengeful. She was small but formidable. She was kind and loving and gentle, and she was filled with rage. She was bloodthirsty but eager to love. She had lost everything, but she took on responsibility for the world. None of these details were quite right, as true as they were.
She was a falling star, she was plain forest dirt beneath bare feet. She was jagged ice and bitter anise and the taste of war, of blood and bile on the back of the tongue. She was the flavor of a solid punch to the nose, of sweet foamed cream stirred into a cup of tea. She was pearl dust and a slit throat and the color of the first breath of spring air. She was a tune that played itself on your heartstrings, but that you can’t quite put your finger on. She was falling into a soft bed at the end of the longest journey, and she was a pail of chilly water tossed over the body in the deepest sleep. She was the first rays of sunlight and she was the moon. She was nothing but everything.
