@astravaris said:
“in the end, maybe love just meant longing for something impossibly bright and forever out of reach.“ is this too deep of an interaction for erin and rusa the world may never know
ruin & rising starters ( accepting )
❝ THAT WAS — INCREDIBLY WELL-PUT, but also... incredibly bleak, erin. ❞ and yet, how true it can be. rusalka stifles that thought, though, knotting it into a ball and shoving it down like paper into a garbage bin. ❝ i think ... many shy from that light – that bright thing. because they’re scared it will burn their hands if they touch it. but really, it’s quite warm, see? ❞ in erin’s presence, rusa thrums with energy. a faint light – residue from the day’s minor fears and excitements – glows within her chest, silhouetting her ribs against the reddish luminescence behind the blouse. she raises a hand to take erin’s, but stops short – storm-gray eyes flick up to meet hers as the question forms. ❝ may i? ❞
















