continued from (x) --- @hedaiism
the dance they partake in is endless, a string of steps where costia leads, lexa imploringly follows. in her stillness, there is a voice in the back of her mind which begs of her to put an end to this waltz of a conceited and youthful love. time has passed, and they are not who they once were. lexa is more than her body---a burning star which seeks to advise the heavens themselves. a sun must always outshine the moon who is meant only to reflect its light. anything more goes against nature.
❝branwoda gada!❞ she expels the trapped words from her lungs breathlessly as lexa catches her by the mouth; though they beseech her, they are written in the timelessness of their love. there is rain and blood and paint, and her own begins to drip down her cheeks off her chin like tears absent of light. ❝why did you stray so far from your cause? you would follow me into the dark, leksa, even now, but you cannot. you have people---our people---who seek to walk in the light, with you.❞
as she says this, her body shakes, and her hands fumble over the peaks of lexa’s shoulders. soon, they climb the slope of her neck and steady their grasp at either side of her sullied face.
❝look ahead. look past what we are,❞ she implores her. ❝my love will always endure, but your heart must be for them. your head must be with them.❞