@deviently
❝ connor, are you here ? ❞ she’s delicate like candlelight, torchlight. his name upon tongue ; a motion grown familiar. people say staying with the same individual for extended amounts of time can forge bonds worthy of a life time. after all, aren’t we sworn under the same light ? i could curl up against your faux warmth & fabricated structure. you know that as well as i. their blood isn’t the same color, but they bleed for the same city.
the context of this might not be shallow, but this scene in particular is so. searching in the dark ( the dark of night / the dark of doubts ). a stranger to her birth world. she’s still getting used to everything all over again —— but at least it starts with him by her side. body avoids contact with everything, stiff as if the very walls could shatter with a rough touch. violence wouldn’t come from her tonight. head tilted once she stepped around the corner, the hallway giving space to the sight of her. eyne meets him & elle immediately sighs in relief. ❝ did you find anything ? ❞
