the darkness spoke back:

hey!   sorry for the absence,   but i’ve been feeling my single blogs much more than my multi,   if i’m being honest,   so until i get my muse back,   i’ll take a little break from this blog and you can find me on aalia,   fareeda or tierney in the mean time    ❤️

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she thinks of silence as a long-lost friend,      one she cherished her memories with   —    be it the sweet nights spent by the beaches,   or the serene afternoons in the water gardens of dorne.     but her days have been riddled with  chaos  ever since she walked out.    she has seen rise and fall of empires,    withstood the  trials of loyalty  &  morality,    and as dust gathers on the family portraits locked in the basement,      elia meets silence again.    this time,   it creeps over the dinner she has laid out on the table,    a chilling quiet looming over them after the  storm  of reprimands that tierney had had to endure in the face of them arriving later than expected.     justifications   &   explanations   were exchanged,   but elia’s stern demeanor was not deterred,   not even when tierney’s fiery eyes were shadowed by  something rueful.    guilt.     when the words came forth,   the corners of her eyes softened.      

❝   you don’t burden me,  t.   ❞      the words leave her so fast,    so quick,    like eliminating a thorn stuck right where the heart would be.    a hand extends to lie atop the other’s hand,   a gesture of  reassurance,   honesty shining bright in the dark pools of her eyes.      ❝   you know that.    surely,  you know that.   ❞      it’s a desperate plea,   the sound of it scraping her voice with desperation as she gives tierney’s hand a squeeze.    they’d had their shares of secrets,    of betrayals   &   wounds,    and if elia dearly hated the idea of being the next one to inflict them both with such a pain she’d  sworn  to protect her family from.    my family,   she thinks,    you’re part of it too now.    but she lets  silence  resurface again,   wrap around them like a warm blanket in the chill of winter    —    before she breaks it again only to add:     ❝   I only wish you’d believe me.    believe that I’m here to stay.   ❞    elia retracts her hand,   folding it back to her side,   only the hint of a smile tugs at her lips when she gestures towards the bowl of mushroom soup    &   a plate of breadsticks between them.     ❝   go on now   —   we can talk,  only as long as you promise to eat.   ❞

tierney is still ashamed of her blood.   ashamed of its color,   unsettled by the way it flows with no consideration for anyone’s feeling.   they never cared what anyone felt of her,   but when they rip open her heart like they did now,   all she could do is sit there awkwardly.   what did it say when they were embarrassed by the mere thought of existing?   do i take up too much space,   she always thinks.   do you wish i was different?   part of them wants elia to say it.   she would rather hear it out loud instead of always doubting themself,   filling herself with sickening anxiety.   but when the other speaks,   she says the complete opposite.   you don’t burden me.   that rotten hope is going to swallow them raw,   like a wolf in sheep’s clothes,   pretending until it gets what it wants   [   until it realizes it is still hollow,   only the blood on its hands is what remains   ].