@hearthwarm sent: i stayed as long as i could. now look at the moon.
friend, not fetter: she reminds herself of this as she lifts her gaze to the celestial cyclops unblinking in the sky, that which he coaxed her to regard. a comforting ubiquity, only a shade of the sun’s blinding stranglehold. ❛❛ i don’t suppose you’ll be taking this time to wax poetic? something about how i can look up at the evening sky and be reminded of your brilliance? ❜❜ humor’s transference by osmosis, by the fond leakage of proximity — she has grown far too used to him, such that the vulpine claws of avarice have made trenches out of ivory stone. a boreal sigh. there have always been creatures that fancy themselves seasonal, thralled by the unrelenting vastness of the world. ( i cannot claim to know your reasons, can only endeavor to understand. )
they stand by the doorway, halfway to egress — halfway to cleavage, in hollow / hallowed silence. ❛❛ 𝒊 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚. ❜❜ at last, the congelation of an exit wound. the twilight of truth: not all farewells are amaranths, but common florets. ( doomed to winter wither, to welcome the spring of salutation. ) clutched within hiemal hand, icy filaments weave into crystalline cravat — a parting gift, proof that you were here. she steps close, tying fabric around the column of his neck, smoothed with a smile.
❛❛ i also do not expect you to wear this all the way … all i ask is that you keep it with you. ❜❜ a step back, so reminiscent of the waltzes they wrest with in fondness. ❛❛ a reminder: for you, howl, there will always be a space for rest, whether in arendelle or in the forest. ❜❜