FRAGILE SOULS || Capture

[Fairylights]

―――― "Don't worry, mama. I'm... I'm happy here," a little Fairy whispered to the necklace dangling around her neck, a small pendant-like locket with a small flower contained seemingly within a white background of porcelain-like resin. It was her mother's, a gift from her father, and the flower contained inside was one of the first, so she had been told, that he had ever given her. She remembered the moment her mother gave it to her, but it was one that she tried not to linger on. Instead, she tried to take strength from that little piece of them that she still had; this, and nothing more. She sat far out in the territory, a little ways from the border, trying to find peace and quiet, away from others, where she would not be disturbed, even accidentally. "... I miss you a lot, but I think you'd like it here too. It's big, everyone's real nice... I'm trying to be good, like you said. Like father always said... He'd like it here too, I think... Buckingham didn't remember him, he didn't know me... But I think he still cares for me. He's trying. I'm trying." her voice was soft, bearly breaking above the faint wind whispering through the territory. Was she strange, to sit out by herself, talking to a necklace that was no more than an object, no more than a connection to some far off memory? Perhaps she was, put her paw still gently traced along the edge of the chain around her neck. "...Uncle Bucky looks a lot like you, Da... Sometimes I turn around and see him and think it's you," the words slipped from her lips, faintly choked as she smiled with a faint touch of bitterness, her gaze moving forward to the small pond- a puddle, more like- in front of her, as if she was talking to the reflections instead of the empty air around her, like the small image of her own face could somehow be her mother, of whom she took such a likeness too. If she was a little bigger; her eyes a little softer, a smile like hers... She swallowed softly and closed her eyes for a moment to dismiss her thoughts, clearing her throat as she took a breath in and forced a smile on her face, "I love you. I hope you're proud of me," she finished slowly, her words dying off into the empty air around her, still and silent as she breathed slowly, listening to the wind gently blowing around her and dancing across the grass, lingering in her own thoughts, unaware of her surroundings.

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