try a muse // accepting // @grimalkill
there is a somber silence that echoes, crafting ripples like a storm. she senses the heat of torches that line the walls as she travels down the hallway, hand outstretched to follow the molding.
trembling, she enters a room without a wall to guide. with shuffling feet, she inches forward. the smell of the space is unfamiliar, smokey and agitating, and she sniffles, mouth agape, in an effort to avoid sneezing.
‘i’m sorry, i think i’m... lost.’ when her toe connects with something solid, she pauses, bending to inspect the structure with splayed fingers. she extends her arms until she is nearly flat on the ground, chin jutted out and grazing. tears bud along her lower lashes as an ingrained reaction; she is used to being alone, but loneliness is new.
she imagines a game board, how she might navigate a new section of play space or utilize a new piece. the possibilities excite and soothe her. when a hand extends to seize her arm, she is comforted too by the firmest of the grasp and the tenderness with which it hoists her.
she manages a curtsy, bowing and crossing her ankles, in gratitude. ‘i must look so pathetic,’ she says, keeping her head low. ‘i apologize for appearing so disgraceful, mereum-sama. please forgive me.’
his hand falls upon her hair, and the touch is gentle. his palm is hard and cold, but she doesn’t mind.