Are you awake? Viviane and Kallias
Beware the angst. (And the fact that I’ve already forgotten the dynamic of these two, so I’m sorry this is super short!)
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Despite the chilling cold, the depth of night that seems almost natural to the hours of the season, Viviane finds the night does not suit her.
Night is long. Night is dark. And it is lonely.
Wrapping herself in the thick wool robe she keeps by her bed, Viviane finds herself strolling to the balcony where moonlight glistens below her on the pure white snow. It fell hard all day in a torrent of wind and ice she supposes she should be used to by now. Instead, she had found herself holding back tears lest they turn to sleet and join the fray itself.
Now the land lays quiet. Not a drop left to fall. Even the clouds have flown away as though to beg her forgiveness and leave her with a blank canvas of beautiful starry sky to behold. Viviane does not see the heavenly gems above her. She sees only the moon, full and glowing and somehow empty.
It’s beautiful. All of it. And she knows it. But it feels intangible. Incomplete. Perhaps it is a good fit, she feels. That she should find herself Lady of something that matches that endless void inside herself that has failed to heal all these years gone by. In a land that never thaws, she wonders if her heart will ever truly manage to escape the same fate.
It is a time before she vacates her position, not leaving until her fingers have gone numb resting on the frosted railing. She collapses on the bed and finds the moon still watching her from the expansive window of her ceiling, perched in the highest reaches of the palace. Watching her as he does.
Kallias.
The only warmth beneath the chill. The only star amid an endless sky. Her heart aches just to bear thought to his name.
“Are you awake?” she cries, tears falling unbidden and unloved on her cheeks.
Somewhere hundreds and hundreds of miles away, imprisoned deep beneath a mountain of stone and blood, Kallias lies awake and begs of her the same question.
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