he mindlessly twirls her white strands between his fingertips, eyes focusing away with careful thought. he says aloud, as if not directly to her, ‘ i suppose it’s time to decide where to go from here. perhaps ... home? ’
it was the early hours of the morning. sunlight creeping in through the curtains and into the quaint room. she was bare-faced, no accessories in her hair or on her body. sorano was laying her head in his lap, her usual bright eyes gazing up at him while he spoke.
“ i could have never fathomed that this day would come. “
for people like them, they had never known what it was like to have a place to call home. to her and probably the rest of the seis. home was always a person but, they would have rather let it go unsaid. now with the royal pardon and all, they didn’t need to continue their nomadic ways. there was no need to live with the fear of imprisonment, they could do as they pleased ( as long as it was legal anyway ).
“ how about we get a house? big enough for all of us to have our own rooms and space. if we pool our jewels we would have more than enough to cover the cost. what do you think, macbeth ? “
sweetness echos in her tone of voice. indigo eyes never looked so hopeful, they rivaled the stars themselves. soft angelic features lit up the hotel room with glee. dainty manicured hands reach out to intertwine with his. oh, how wonderful must it feel to truly be free.
