#remmbrance

          While Aidan was for the most part like an open book with his loved ones, Genya seemed to be just the opposite. He didn’t know much about her, how was she doing these last years, all because he wasn’t around. He left when she was a child. But he was trying to catch up for the lost time. So, that’s why it came as a surprise to him to see her come in with what seemed to be a date. A beautiful young lady, just like Genya herself. He wanted to talk to them both, introduce himself, but when he finally had a moment to speak to Genya, the other lady wasn’t around.

                                        iris illes & genya frey                                               ft. can i call you tonight by dayglow

her  lips  fall  into  a  flat  line,  a  grimace  on  display.  she  was  (  disappointed  )  with  her  inability  to  do  more  ....  one  of  which,  protecting  those  closest  to  her.  instead  she  was  enslaved  to  her  duties.  as  a  soldier  at  heart  her  honor  would  always  surpass  ......  most.  including  those  selfish  notions  which  now  fluttered  through  at  the  sight  of  a  shimmering  blonde  hair.  her  chest  tightened  slightly  with  her  own  ping  of  guilt.

genya  was  to  stick  to  the  shadows  like  herself,  to  blend,  to  dance  among  the  parallels  of  court.  and  yet  to  iris  how  could  genya  simply  blend?  become?  iris  saw  a  thing  of  beauty  ………  someone  to  stand  out  among  the  crowd.  genya  was  meant  to  be  savored  &  treasured.  rolling  her  neck  slowly  in  her  own  agitation  she  pushes  off  her  stance  on  the  wall.  lifting  a  hand  she  massages  at  the  own  crook  of  her  neck  as  she  slowly  walks  to  her.  taking  a  slow  seat  next  to  her  in  genya’s  quarters  she  was  never  one  for  many  words.  instead  she  was  a  woman  of  action.  “  i  wish  the  healers  weren’t  so  busy  tending  to  the  royals  so  you  could  be  seen,  ”  she  finally  speaks  hand  falling  into  her  lap.  she  twists  at  her  hands  anxiously  not  much  of  the  nurturing  type.  looking  up  at  genya  her  own  expression  is  suddenly  very  tired.  she  cared  for  the  other  deeply.  friendships  hard  fought  for,  for  young  iris.  “  tell  me  what  you  need.  can  i  do  anything?  get  anyone?  there  has  to  be  someone  you  know  who  has  a  gift  that  can  help.  ”  genya  knew  everyone  afterall,  all  whispers  moving  past  her  before  making  their  way  onwards.  dark  brows  furrow  as  she  reaches  out  to  gently  place  a  hand  over  hers.  genya’s  palm  is  powdery  snow  against  desert  sand.  iris  glances  at  their  hands  then.  “  i’m  sorry.  ”  she  adds  finally,  its  been  pestering  her  thoughts  like  a  open  wound.  “  i’m  sorry  i  couldn’t  get  to  you.  i’m  sorry  you  got  hurt.  ”    she  glances  up  apolgetically.  *  @remmbrance​