soulotus

why are you making that face?  ((   she spoke and his face changed once more.  he eyes widened in realization then and her feet pushed her away from the lake faster than she was able to process, making her fall about.   she placed a hand above her speeding heartbeat then as shallow breaths left her, panic mixed with something else. something new to her.         did he...hear her?    did he see her?      she was too afraid to shift close to the lake against to find out.  instead, she gathered the only slightly filled with herbs basket, oregano, rosemary and thyme all that smelled as she walked with a heart impossibly loud in her ears, and cheeks too rosy to have been caused by gathering herbs.  yet, she cared not what her parents was say or do.  all that remained in her heart was his surprise expression as joy slowly took over her nervouness.     her prayers had been answered...he had seen her.        the rest of the day felt impossibly long.   if only time would pass by a bit faster, just a bit..she would be able to see him again and this time she would not run away. ))

why.   just why are you crying again..?      ((  she said, eyebrows knit together as her eyes welled with unshed tears once more.   he had been happy one time.  nervous too perhaps.  yet now he was a wreck.  eyes red, tear stained, as if that had been all he had been doing.  how it wrecked her soul.   she leaned in as her hand extended towards the water before she was able to stop it or think of why.  she paused it just above the water and stayed there, paused mid-air,  leaning impossibly close to the water and yet far apart.  too far apart for her to do anything but...stare. ))
            
                       if only...   if only you could hear me.     ((  she spoke as a gust of wind slammed against her , almost pushing her inside the water, her hair flying everywhere and nowhere at once. ))      oh lord,  father had said it would be a peaceful day today.     (( she spoke before returning her gaze towards the water, towards him, to find a different expression painted at his face.   surprise, wonder, intrigue?    what was he seeing.   she narrowed her eyes at him, confused as to what may had come to his vision.  ))

༄.°  { @lafaeys }    》    he was here again. ))
            
                       ((   eliora's midnight orbs stayed on the lake's water as  [ he ]  came into view instead of her reflexion yet again.            her hands pressed hard against the grassy ground, the moisture from the morning's soft drizzle upon the grassy fields sticking to her palms, as auburn, frizzy locks drapped over and into the water, yet gone entirely unnoticed.  her focus was long since captured by him.  ))
            
                     ((   it was not the first or second time she had seen him.  in the midst of playing about with the fairies and elves one day,  she had stopped by the lake to rest and that was when she had seen him for the first time.   his eyes filled with tears that refused to fall, his full lips pierced thin and jaw set shut tightly.  in sorrow? in pain? in devastation? perhaps in all at once. the sight of him had made her heartbeat waver and her breath stutter, his sadness piercing through her soul at such a degree that she had not understood when her tears had began falling into the lake's water until one of the faes had shaken her out of her trance.   the next moment his vision was lost, yet his essence lingered in a way she could neither decipher nor pass by.        the next week she had been there, by the lake, every single day without missing a beat. to gather herbs and mushrooms is what she had spoken to her fae parents who had taken her in as a baby and had raised her like their own.    a half lie, for she made sure to always gather them before returning,  yet her purpose spoke of him.  ))