very distantly, seraphina can feel some sort of emotion
dragging at her ribs. is this sympathy? guilt? the
identity of this cloudy sensation is still lost on her ; all
she knows at the moment is that
it is uncomfortable and unwanted.
❝ sterile. not able to produce
children or young. ❞
it is only now, after she delivers this textbook definition,
that the detached goddess very slowly realizes the
weight and cruelty of her words. for all her facades of
frigid apathy, there indeed lies a forbidden
weakness regarding this very subject.
igneous gaze darts uncertainly, not trusting herself
( unable ) to meet the other’s gaze with the same cold
indifference she had held moments before. and a frame
that is usually so graceful and fluid
steps back with a stiffened awkwardness.
❝ i … am sorry … for your loss. ❞
is that the thing to say to one who has been given
such news? most likely not. but isolation has rendered
the goddess unintentionally impolite
in these sorts of circumstances.
a twang was felt in her gut. feeling almost like she had
been dealt a swift blow with the flat answer she had
been given by the woman. the news only sinking in
more and more with the undesired defining of the word.
❝ i know what it means. ❞
the words were gritted out, almost sounding exasperated.
she wasn’t sure if she had meant to be so blunt with the
she meant to do when trying to convey some things; she
was a hard woman to read
quite upset by how indifferent she was delivering the news.
hands came to smooth out head feathers and hair,
taking a deep breath. eyes shutting for a moment. just
trying to let this all process. still in a state of near
disbelief. she didn’t want to believe it; wanted to deny this
eyes flickered open, settling on the goddess at her next
sentence. surprised to have gotten something that could
be compared to sympathy from her. arms fell back to her
side, simply giving a shake of her head.
❝ it’s … fine. you can’t really lose something
you never had to begin with, right? ❞
an empty laugh. trying to force a smile, with no success.
features falling flat.
something you never had and never will have, now…
With a disappointed look, the bowman turned from the taunting fruit high within the branches of brilliant leaves and gazed at Tooth with a longing expression.
"Young I may be, Little Bird, but full grown I am still." he reminded her, his face softening into a smile, "I’m tall for my kin, mind you."
With a defeated sigh, the prince eyed the distant delight once more and abruptly reached for an arrow.
"As mother always said, if there’s a will—"
"There’s a way."
❝ huh. ❞
she probably shouldn’t have been too surprised at
learning this was most likely going to be the full height
he would reach. a bit more surprised at learning that
his height was considered tall for his people.
a slight cant of the head once he’d knocked the arrow,
taking a quick glance to the fruit that teased the dwarf
so. She was rather amused by the whole situation, and
a bit impressed by his determination to get it.
❝ i’m very sure there are easier ways to
obtain the fruit without resorting to
shooting it down. ❞
possibly ask for help getting it?
❝ and what is it you said this was
Deepika with a baby in Corsica. (source)
requested by anonymous.
a reprimanding look was given to the spirit, the monarch
looking almost like a mother ready to punish her child
for some form of misbehavior.
❝ you set fire in my palace, and I will hurt you. ❞
❝ well, doesn’t tomorrow have some interesting promises. ❞
a light jest at their circumstances. never would she have
thought she would see the day in which they would have
to cooperate with one another. although, she did not find
it to be as displeasing a situation as it might have been,
say, just a few years ago.
this will be i n t e r e s t i n g .