#4senna

The contrast was almost unsettling. Senna’s cannon within easy reach against the wall, Lucian’s guns poised on the rickety desk, a chair wedged under the door handle, curtains drawn across the window, and yet here they were. Senna’s hair undone, Lucian’s cloak tossed over the headboard, their dinner half-eaten on a small table. His hands were on her head, twining thick strands of hair together with a gentleness and familiarity that made her heart ache. Her usual metal adornments were piled neatly nearby on the threadbare blanket, and everything was, for once, genuinely calm.

Somehow it felt utterly right and dreadfully wrong at the same time, and oh how familiar that feeling was. Every night without a battle, every day they were able to stay in one place, this had been their reality. Quiet nights of domesticity and wariness blended together until one couldn’t be told from the other. 

She sighed softly and leaned backwards as Lucian capped off a braid with its metal ornament, resting her head in his lap and pulling one of his free hands to her chest. 

ah, I think I have to check my theme, because I have a short about page, but it’s probably hidden too well dsfhsdf

@4senna

@4senna​ so no one told you it was gonna be this way

*slurps senna’s soul into his lantern*

my inner thresh is all like “you will” but honestly bless you 😭😭😭

come 2 demacia lucian is waitin for his ass

oh, and how wasshe to answer that?

Senna took a deepbreath, lowering her eyes in contemplation. it seemed to her that she knew thenature of the question, the meaning that Lucian tried to put behind it, but thewords were too powerful to only see it one way, and not a myriad of others. itall came down to a perspective, and so she needed time to think, time to decidehow would she react to that. maybe the silence wasn’t the smartest thing to do –seeing as how taking such a pause after what seemed to be a straight-forwardquestion would only raise more questions, but there had to be nomisunderstanding between her and Lucian.

‘ aren’t we all? ’she finally spoke with a small smile, then raised her eyes again, to meet his.it would be a lie to say she’s a happy woman now, to say she continues onliving without a hint of suffering. but to admit to him that there was still somuch for them (for her) to do wouldbe to approve of his neverending quest to lift her curse.

‘ you always haveto ask these kinds of questions, huh, ’ this time she chuckles more openly, moresincerely, and even though there’s still a hint of sadness behind it, shethinks she’s ready to speak her mind.