I thought only of you. Every day I fought for your return, searching for a way. You were not forgotten. (YOLO)
‘ absence makes the heart grow fonder. ’ her tongue has always been sharp, hints of her father to be found in the way her shoulders tense and her own value is easily lessened. nails scraping on her tender palms as if hoping that the stinging of her flesh will remind her how to think properly.
she’s a mess. she’s been a mess for so long now it’s hard to remember the girl she was before – brown eyes still as bright as the stars yet so much duller than they’d once been. pink lips pressing together for a few moments ( almost ) tight enough to completely drain them of colour.
still though. there’s an elegance in how her head tilts back and her eyebrows rise, ‘ or whatever the saying claims. ’
elijah mikaelson || @grcntwcrdisms