* // @blvcdlvsts . ( adelaide beaumont )
eternity had always seemed dull, even with the compelling laughs she’s had along her journey and all the knowledge she had gathered given the extra decades of research. she found what she loved early in her life and again, jace makana wasn’t big on change, one discovery was enough, thus she stuck with artifacts, rocks and rubble, only now it wasn’t marked as robbery and she hardly had to stealth her way out of the situation. onto other firsts, however, she wasn’t so lucky as to pursue them all. her promising shop came to an end when she fled town and her lover slipped from her grasp, though it wasn’t as much of a grip as it was a loose thread tied by a damaged wife gingerly losing faith on her marriage.
faith was an important aspect of her life and it unveiled her, through all those years of self-enlightenment, ones she refused to share romantically with whomever took her gentleness for attachment. the job offer that brought jace back home hinted strict hours and overload of work, still didn’t keep her from reaching out her ex-wife’s current address and head to her doorstep when the moon hung above her head and reassured her with her rejuvenating glow. she believed in reason and that’s what she got.
unsure if the location was accurate, she stopped at the end of the hall, timing allowing her to be present when a woman kissed another in the opposite corner, the corner she was supposed to already be in, had her memory not failed and required the assist of written words. jace took a quiet step back, watching the interaction succumb from the lustful goodbye to adelaide’s apartment door being shut, her on the inside and the other person walking to the stairs.
all the better and enhanced traits of hers led to understanding and maturity, there was something though, a query she never really solved and seeing, at that moment, a glimpse of addie’s face made all too urgent. it made her selfish to the extreme for when she knocked on painted wood and was greeted by those eyes, everything she planned on saying went to the back of her throat and it was 1918, a woman chocking on her tears, in need of a touch that could heal her and, instead, making it worse with her own silence. what she could think was: she should’ve fought.
❛ you couldn’t just wait for me , could you , addie ? ❜
never once in her time had she been bitter, but the painstakingly tune that got out resembled bitterness at its core. fortunately, the professor was known for her fastidious looks and they were still there, lingering yet unspoken. she couldn’t make the same mistake again, on the other hand, she wanted an answer, she wanted to hear her voice.
