" when she says things like that, she officially becomes your daughter. "
❛ —- but she’s still raven’s. ❜ a voice usually so gentle suddenly has a stern tone that rises from someone so petite. silver eyes looking into cerulean ones. mug gripped in one hand as the huntress finally breathes air and turns to the kitchen sink. two taps are turned to form lukewarm water and the scrubbing begins, soap suds filling the silver tub.
the silence so deafening that it creates a ringing in her ears that overwhelms the noise of running water and squeak of the sponge scrubbing against porcelain. scrub. scrub. scrub. the water pools underneath her hands. the bubbles rise higher.
scrub. scrub. scrub.
where is she? where has the tall, and beautiful woman with long raven hair she had once called her best friend flown to? her vision is blurry, filled with tears that threaten to mark her cheeks with invisible scars. a friend that has gone where she can’t go and cannot find, and another friend she refuses to face in fear inviting in more pain. both tall, with hair as black as her favourite night sky that contrasts taiyang’s bright sunny-blonde locks. facing her significant other had been difficult enough but, could she really face the branwens again? could she fill the distance to where they had flown to when she couldn’t even fill in the broken gaps in her memories? she didn’t know.
but she knows one thing. she knows as her blood stains the water red and the broken porcelain in her hands finally slip into its watery grave below that she couldn’t replace the ghost that has been left behind. ❛ and every time i look into your daughter’s eyes… i see her.
and i miss her. ❜
✚.• @flarefather `
