— waiting // @shiningstarryeyes
𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐏 - if not for the way their brow seemed to curl almost kindly would Connie feel any sort of discomfort ; feste fancied themselves as anything but kind, simply a neutral being of the wind and earth ; here for only a short while and only here to spread music , watching and observing - but of course, no discomfort would come, at least feste wasn’t trying to cause any: though their curiosity often brought with it more whimpering souls by the day.
“ nobody comes to olivia’s courtyard to wait anymore; she’ll have none of anyone .” they shrug casually, nothing but a joke- this was, to them. anyone could tell by the way their voice hitched, though it wasn’t uncommon. connie, wasn’t the joke; nor did they find joke in the tragedy . the world was beautiful - full of so much wonder and humor.
“ you must be new ?”
