01-21-2021, 10:52 PM
[div style="margin: auto; max-width: 475px; padding: 5%; min-height: 20px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 17px;"]The heart is a heavy burden, a fragile weight incapable of repair. Well she knew of such, mapped the incorporeal scars adorning her own, tasted sorrow and grief. The weight of this, how back peeled each instance until the mind rang with an empty din seeking new information to fill the place of what once was, she knew only so well. Conducted her own visits, sought the presence of the once captain brought low beneath the usurper, visage a cruel reminder, ignored each son no longer recalled.
Neither cared for in way deserved, spite an old ache, shoulder grown taunt beneath thickened tissue, ignited agony as the cooler weather set in. Family, and thus fitting for love her heart closed behind iron doors, in name only.
Heavy the breath that rushed through flared nostrils, trajectory unset, a mindless wandering slowed as thoughts coalesced. Possibly it was time to mend the bridge she had allowed to burn to cinders. Scattered the notion as gentle voice arose, a query bore aloft on salt laden air. Closer she tread, unsure but perplexed for an unknown the speaker, arising the soft hum, a song well suited to the voice. Unknown the identity, darkness a veil broken by dull hues, burnished the gold painted in shifting strokes. "What song is that." Light her voice, a question further softened by a smile.
Had she known the identity of other, knew him as she had grown to know Rift simply for bearing the visage present during her youth, maybe different her reaction. For now Eulia kept a careful neutrality, attention diverting for a moment to regard the one who deemed herself Lucy with that slight smile.
Neither cared for in way deserved, spite an old ache, shoulder grown taunt beneath thickened tissue, ignited agony as the cooler weather set in. Family, and thus fitting for love her heart closed behind iron doors, in name only.
Heavy the breath that rushed through flared nostrils, trajectory unset, a mindless wandering slowed as thoughts coalesced. Possibly it was time to mend the bridge she had allowed to burn to cinders. Scattered the notion as gentle voice arose, a query bore aloft on salt laden air. Closer she tread, unsure but perplexed for an unknown the speaker, arising the soft hum, a song well suited to the voice. Unknown the identity, darkness a veil broken by dull hues, burnished the gold painted in shifting strokes. "What song is that." Light her voice, a question further softened by a smile.
Had she known the identity of other, knew him as she had grown to know Rift simply for bearing the visage present during her youth, maybe different her reaction. For now Eulia kept a careful neutrality, attention diverting for a moment to regard the one who deemed herself Lucy with that slight smile.