youmwarayoum

⟢ ..  with the stars in her eyes and the wind in her hair.
          	
          	     an endless search of home.

dygougr

⠀⠀⠀    still akin to your obsessions with trees, i see.   ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀(  .. ) now come down for me, please.

youmwarayoum

 ♣︎  ]]  @dygougr  [[  HEAVY WAS THE PRESENCE OF RAIN,
            it's scent deep rooted into the earth's soil even before droplets had managed to fall from the angry shade of grey the clouds were painted in.   the slow fall of the temperature pressed against skin, slightly tan from the time she had spend gathering herbs to use for medicine and tea to sell.   she had lost herself in that moment, as rain fell, it's intensity slowly rising, and she stuck on the branch of a strong oak tree, her herbs gathered on the basket nestled firmly in her arms.  through the soft nurture rain always provided her soul with, the ring that the tone of his voice carried shook her to her core, the basket almost slipping from her hands as wide hazel eyes looked down at the sight of him. 
            
                  There he was. still as neatly dressed as before, an umbrella in hand and those eyes.  how many months had she dreamed of those eyes.  they haunted her, awake or asleep, in the most profound of ways.    mary fought the urge to let her emotions overwhelm her as her eyes stung with the warning of tears. tears she had been holding back for many days.  
            
                 "why are you here.."  the words left before she could hold them back as her heart ached, squeezed and shattered with the multitude of emotions that always choked her.  the sensitivity his tone possessed warmed something inside her she had hope she could have buried one day. when all would have been but a summer's dream, but a pleasantly distant memory.  now, her dream was standing right in front of her, beckoning her, requesting of her closeness.  
            
                  "you do have the tendency of wanting to be a firefighter of some sorts.  saving a cat stuck on a tree.  still akin to searching for me in trees, I see"  she spoke and yet made no movement, her body frozen still not by will, but by force, her mind and heart at war with one another, leaving her incapable of deciphering anything but this.  he was real and had found her. 
            
            
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