⚠️Heavy Topics ⚠️ Mostly angst, that's my forte.
Victory and suffering... they're one in the same. If you need a definition, a way to answer doubt- simply put, it's what the complications of being children who live through war are.
THIS IS LIKE- QU...
So, Okaihee was destroyed. Meilin, Conor, and Abeke were separated from Rollan. Meilin is on her way back to Greenhaven and all she can find herself contemplating is whether or not Rollan made it out of the city... and back home to wait for her.
I was trying to find an image to capture what I created in my mind and well... I didn't find it. But I did find something to make it seem like the metaphoric comparison of a wire web to a heart was intentional- Originally I just wanted an aesthetical image of a spider web looking like a series of wire strands. But this works too I guess ✨
(yes I skipped Day 3 and 4. I'll do then organize them later)
Tw: Angst.
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< Nobody's POV >
Meilin's whole life, she had walked across a fine wire. She was in constant balance- as to avoid the fall- and danced past the faults in the circuitry, crossing between one instance to another in precision. Meilin, simply put, wasn't much for risk.
Someone she held dear to her was, however. Rollan.
He was the runt from Amaya and the scoundrel who risked everything, always. Many instances came where Rollan tempted death, stepping off of the wires intricately woven and impassive to caution when it came to the gapping between it. This showed itself in all he did. Again and again.
It drove Meilin mad and allured her in the same. Because that runt... that scoundrel... no matter how foolish he was, Meilin would forever love Rollan. Everything about Rollan.
Even if what he did slipped up the Greencloak's perfect, graceful movements.
< Meilin >
She tapped her foot against the deck anxiously, searching the long stretch of green for any sign of Rollan. With each sound Meilin jerked her head up toward it excitedly, only to be disappointed. The other two on the boat stared on in fright, far too shocked by the peculiar stranger before them to say a word. The Zhongese girl continued to ignore her teammates.
Thinking there was movement in the Eastern treeline, she analyzed the dense trees to find a silhouette. A silhouette from this distance, probably far too small to be any person, hadn't seemed much important. Despite knowing that, something was electrifying the nerves inside with each continual, steady lap of a wave. It left an uncomfortable tinge to further travel through her spine. A tinge of which was hope, so very fervent to break free from Meilin's ribcage, it had now consumed every inch of her body.
All she longed for was to know he was safe. To see his dopey face and hear the gentle hum of his tease. Those eyes so very full of life Meilin was once entranced by, she needed to see them. It meant he hadn't been swallowed into Okaihee's downfall, and he was expecting her arrival home soon. But most of all, Meilin longed to throw herself into the Amayan's arms... To hold on tight... Intending never to leave his side again.
