Moments of Love
Hey! Look who finally managed to write a thing! It’s been awhile. c:
Was inspired to do some moments between Love and Saeris.
Love and Ess belong to @feynites
Learning to walk again is, unsurprisingly, a bit of a trial.
She has been practicing a lot recently, garnering much attention from Ess and Love as she toddles unsteadily around in Ess’ little living area. Her path is typically to the bookshelf from the coffee table and back again, though Saeris will occasionally wobble her way around the couch for a change of pace. She has learned to wait until Ess is otherwise occupied with her tavern paperwork to begin her practice, lest the woman watch her every move with a mix of delight and worry.
Ess is a wonderful mamae, but the elves of this time are far more awestruck by children than Saeris is comfortable with, being stuck as one as she is.
In the middle of one such practice, she stumbles forward suddenly, her balance so easily lost in this body. A pink tendril wraps around her middle, saving her from a possible tumble, and Love nuzzles fondly into the wavy, wispy hair at her nape.
“Tanks, Wuv,” Her expression of gratitude is reflexive, though Saeris still cringes at the blatant butchered pronunciation. Her linguistic ability has been slow to progress, though she knows she is partly to blame for that. She can’t help it; the fond smile it brings to Ess’ face warms her chest, and creators know the woman has enough stress as it is, with all the work her tavern demands of her. Love curls more firmly around her, humming in delight.
“I want to make her happy too,” Love sighs and Saeris pats the pink tendril in clumsy acknowledgement, before wiggling free. It is better to be practising than to think too deeply of matters of love and happiness, lest she fall into one of her episodes of misery.
Better to do than think, in general.
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Dreaming in this new world can be an experience fraught with emotions, Saeris has found. Spirits wander the dreaming in an abundance she had never experienced in the past, and there are times it is just too much for her. Times when it seems all she can attract are embodiments of sorrow and hopelessness, and she wakes crying in Ess’ arms in the middle of the night, her kind face pained and worried, trying comfort a grief she does not understand.
Frequent though those nights are, they are not her only new experience with this new place of dreaming. Some nights, when she has had a day full of warmth and wonder with her new mother, she is able to appreciate the magic tied to sleeping. Where she can explore conjured realities without being haunted by her destroyed home, meet new beings without being reminded of old ones.
Love is often by her side on these excursions, acting as a guardian of sorts as the pair of them wander together. They will introduce her to benevolent spirits of Joy and Bliss, and ward off lesser beings of more negative emotions. Sometimes it is just the two of them, and Love will act as a buffer between her and the occasionally overwhelming aspects of her dreams. Plying her with stories of Ess and some of the regular patrons Saeris has yet to meet. Keeping her spirits high, and sadness as far from her mind as they can manage.
It is always those nights she hopes for when she falls asleep, no matter the kind of day she’s had. Those nights when her heart doesn’t feel so heavy, and she feels allowed to feel even a little bit of happiness. A little bit of the love she has been given the second chance to feel.
The first time she wakes up feeling rested and content is the first night she’d managed to sleep without the interruption of Sorrow, and she wakes to Love curled like a soft blanket around her. ‘Thank you,’ She thinks, throat tight with gratitude, reaching out to hug the spirit close.
‘Thank you.’