‘i can’t lose you.’ // fuck me up.
@sleepingrora | i love you | ACCEPTING !
she, a funeral procession of own making as limbs carry her along corridors of castle abused / manhandled / CRUSHED BY DEATH, flowers wilting in her wake, birds silencing and wind dying out of respect for mourning seraph. can phantom remnants of boisterous laughter not still be heard reverberating against walls ? can insistent tugs of small hands ‘pon skirts not still be felt ? lids weighted by aching loss fall shut, steps faltering, for this place only serves now as mausoleum of memories which sting and prick tender flesh of heart. here she once assisted day in cleaning up fallen cake before anyone could find out, there she once read dawn a book beneath the warming sunlight streaming through windowpanes; every turn another lovely memory to remind her that no more are ever to be made. a steadying breath, two, and she carries forth, fighting through ghosts until she arrives at aurora’s bedchambers.
gentle raps ‘pon wood precede her entrance, purely a formality, for she is swift in shedding queenly comportment and falling beside the other in bed. head rests on pillow, frame facing friend sister, though she does not say anything. ( she does not need to. ) silence is only broken by deliverance of four words: simple, empty —— enough for tears to immediately prick sclera. supple arms encircle aurora, pull her close. this is not a burden to be bore alone ! ❛ you won’t, ❜ she intones, voice thick and devoid of usual cadence. it is not a promise she has the authority to make, as has been proven to them time and time again, but she dares to anyway. ❛ i apologize —— for not being there. i so desperately wanted to be. ❜