#blessingcalled

With kind words offered to her, she found herself quickly reassured. The flower that was now in her hair felt natural, so she carefully moved it into place. It felt light, but hardly bothered her.

“Do you want one too? Which color do you like most?”

It was good to see Ryne smiling more often. When they had met, the girl seemed perpetually gloomy - not that Nenela didn’t understand. She likely would have been the same had she been in the Oracle’s shoes. 

Odin Sphere Reactions || Not Accepting

[ T’WAS. ]  ‘pon the girl’s words that brows twitched & furrowed.  While he held not kindness for the wretched mockeries that were these broken shards & halfmen, a child was a child.  Words feel from his lips like a harsh lashing & supposed he did that Thancred’s own outbursts led into this.  Though such was a very REAL fear to hold.  To come ‘pon the revelation that one’s existence served no purpose, that the was no point to their actions.  Such a fear RESONATED with the other.  Grim thoughts & revelations brought him no mirth.  No feigned smile, no mockery.  Only but a wolfish gaze of pale golds that sought to bore through the girl’s very soul, or what semblance she’d dare call one.  Perhaps, o’ perhaps such was why he delve so deep into the breast of his belov’d Zodiark.  Why his proverbial blade e’er remained poised at his god’s enemies.  It gave the Architect purpose in world bereft of his people.

Send me assumptions about my muse! // ACCEPTING.

「☾」( @blessingcalled )

                       She had been humming softly, a LULLABY from a world that wouldn’t come to be until long after this one. One that had not been written quite yet, but still, it seemed to bring her COMFORT NOW now than it had when she was but a kitten on her mother’s lap. Slender, scarred fingers work their way through the young girl’s hair with ease and she is careful not to pull or yank at the knots that had woven their way into the strands. 

                                                   ❝ no one really needs me .❞                    

                   She hears the child speak and the MELODY STOPS as the new lyrics rise into the mystel’s ears. Cracked lips frown for no longer than a few seconds and her hands stop in their tracks momentarily. Suddenly she is no longer here, she finds herself a million miles away in the grove of her CHILDHOOD home, the same words spilling like poison. Self-hatred of a girl misunderstood dripped LIKE VENOM on the young one’s lips.                     

                   Oh how Kolete wished she could go back to that time and tell herself just how wrong she was. Just as Minfilia was wrong now.                  

                   A smile etches over cobwebbed summer lips and the woman shifts enough to lean forward, arms coiling around the girl from behind with no hesitation. Kolete draws her into her chest and hugs her tight, summoning every ounce of love and protection she had come to feel for this girl these past few months. Every bit of love she wishes she had given herself back then.                

    “I know you.” Came the quiet murmuring echo behind here. Sudden and abrupt, for nobody else had drifted besides her till now as she and her companions scattered about the ancient facade of his city where only ghost now dwelled. 

He had appeared without any warning, a cloaked figure with an expressionless blank face, just like the rest, yet his voice was calm, gentle and somewhat more knowing than the other chattering shades that strode about. He stayed perched on the bench behind her, head cocked curiously to one side. 

“That light, that color. Tis something I couldn’t miss even if I tried...you are a child of light.” The stranger elder muse softly, his demeanor friendly.