[And then she flew. She flew and she flew, her wings beating against the winds as hard as they would go because it is the only thing that keeps her mind focused. Keeps it from spiraling out of her control, or from straying too far into the past. Feeling the cold air on her face is the only thing that ever centers her, and for her feet being so far from it, it grounds her. Keeps her in the present when she'd rather thrust herself elsewhere.
She wishes that she could fly far away. As far as she could go, right to the edge of this world where no one would find her. If her wings could take her there, she would, but even if she flew as fast as possible, she would never make it. And tonight, with her aether depleted and her heart exhausted, she doesn't get as far as she wishes. She makes it to Nogard safely, perching herself upon the highest point of the dragon's spine where not a soul would see her and remains there, grateful to the night for hiding the moon.
She doesn't even want to think right now. She doesn't want to go back to that place that she knows she will go to—to that place where fear commands her every move, every choice. That place where she sought love but could never find it in the darkness of his eyes. A place where the rattling chains were the only sound in her otherwise empty, hollow heart.
Something that she has tried to deny and deny for so long, only for it to rear its head on her again tonight.
Something that she is not so sure she can continue to fly away from for much longer. Not after seeing the fear in that woman's eyes, or after feeling that desperate need to take her as far away from that same place as possible.
Is this what it felt like, she wonders?
Her eyes rest on the apartments on the other end of the city where she knows he is. How? She couldn't say, but she knows.
Which is why, after several hours, when it is far later into the night than it she has any right to be flying about, she lets her wings unfurl again and she soars to his window. Really, it's a terrible idea, but when has anything they do now ever been a good one?
Besides... She has not forgotten his words.
"Should you ever need it, you can always fly and rest your wings with me."
And now, her wings are weary and in need of rest.
Well into the night, when the lamp on his desk is the only light left and she wonders if he is still awake, there is a light tap on his window, but there is nothing in sight.]
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She wishes that she could fly far away. As far as she could go, right to the edge of this world where no one would find her. If her wings could take her there, she would, but even if she flew as fast as possible, she would never make it. And tonight, with her aether depleted and her heart exhausted, she doesn't get as far as she wishes. She makes it to Nogard safely, perching herself upon the highest point of the dragon's spine where not a soul would see her and remains there, grateful to the night for hiding the moon.
She doesn't even want to think right now. She doesn't want to go back to that place that she knows she will go to—to that place where fear commands her every move, every choice. That place where she sought love but could never find it in the darkness of his eyes. A place where the rattling chains were the only sound in her otherwise empty, hollow heart.
Something that she has tried to deny and deny for so long, only for it to rear its head on her again tonight.
Something that she is not so sure she can continue to fly away from for much longer. Not after seeing the fear in that woman's eyes, or after feeling that desperate need to take her as far away from that same place as possible.
Is this what it felt like, she wonders?
Her eyes rest on the apartments on the other end of the city where she knows he is. How? She couldn't say, but she knows.
Which is why, after several hours, when it is far later into the night than it she has any right to be flying about, she lets her wings unfurl again and she soars to his window. Really, it's a terrible idea, but when has anything they do now ever been a good one?
Besides... She has not forgotten his words.
And now, her wings are weary and in need of rest.
Well into the night, when the lamp on his desk is the only light left and she wonders if he is still awake, there is a light tap on his window, but there is nothing in sight.]