In the quietness of it all, I find myself wondering just how they’d gotten themselves into this mess. It was a wonder, really. The gift of life was never one I thought that they would take for granted. They praise me like I am something wonderful, not know that I can be far, far crueller than Death could ever be. I am angry at it all, enough that I clench my fists until my knuckles crack and clench my teeth until my jaw aches. It is a bittersweet feeling. I find myself searching over the chaos of it all, of wisps dancing about my skirt and with it I wonder if they would come this time. I always have that fear that I would once more find myself completely alone as I always am, watching the world pass by. Their lives pass in a blink of an eye and my heart aches to have but a fraction of that blink with them.
I feel it then. That familiar ache of warmth and familiarity I have spent centuries waiting for like a lovesick maiden awaiting their love. It begins in my chest and slowly spreads like it is crawling slowly through my veins. I recognise this contentment from the first time I met them. The first time I realised that I was not alone in taming and herding the sheep under my control. I was a dove, then, white as newly-laid snow.
“I had feared you would never come.” There is warmth in my voice and I make no effort to hide it. “Though I see as always my fear is as unfounded as ever.” / @appletook.