Post by Moira ap Eiluned on Jul 12, 2010 21:48:03 GMT -8
“We love every little broken bit of you.”
Lena. I say the name, over and over, and the joy bubbles inside me until I find myself smiling at absolutely nothing.
I should have known it was her. Well, I did, sort of. The very first time I saw Anna, I thought it was Lena. Only I didn’t see the scar, the marked palm where we shared blood and hearts...and I didn’t know what the small woven bracelet was doing on her wrist. The Dreaming likes its cryptic messages, I suppose. Maybe it wanted me to wait for a bit, to see without knowing, until the right time.
Poor Lena! She so badly wanted her dramatic moment, to save my life epically, slide her shield in front of the blade thrusting toward my heart, and declare that she had never, would never leave me, would always protect me. I laugh again, and cannot begrudge her the secret. Lena always loved the dramatic gesture; it was part of what I – Aerene – loved about her.
Aerene’s feelings or mine? Where does one leave off and the other begin? Does it matter? I see Lena, and finally I know that it doesn’t. Aerene and I were never one, but we are twins of a sort. Two paired souls, two different worlds, two different lives...but bonded and twisted together now by Fate and Time and Space.
My feelings are mine, whether from the past or the present. With Lena, I have found something precious, something I needed, missed, without ever knowing it. I find myself laughing, smiling, relaxing. I’ve never felt this before, not in this lifetime. But I find I know it nonetheless.
I never believed that anyone could actually love me, all the dark and broken fragments strewn inside me, the shadow and the poison at the heart of the white rose.
“We love every little broken bit of you.”
In the end, Lena did come out of the dark, epically, to save my life.
Lena. I say the name, over and over, and the joy bubbles inside me until I find myself smiling at absolutely nothing.
I should have known it was her. Well, I did, sort of. The very first time I saw Anna, I thought it was Lena. Only I didn’t see the scar, the marked palm where we shared blood and hearts...and I didn’t know what the small woven bracelet was doing on her wrist. The Dreaming likes its cryptic messages, I suppose. Maybe it wanted me to wait for a bit, to see without knowing, until the right time.
Poor Lena! She so badly wanted her dramatic moment, to save my life epically, slide her shield in front of the blade thrusting toward my heart, and declare that she had never, would never leave me, would always protect me. I laugh again, and cannot begrudge her the secret. Lena always loved the dramatic gesture; it was part of what I – Aerene – loved about her.
Aerene’s feelings or mine? Where does one leave off and the other begin? Does it matter? I see Lena, and finally I know that it doesn’t. Aerene and I were never one, but we are twins of a sort. Two paired souls, two different worlds, two different lives...but bonded and twisted together now by Fate and Time and Space.
My feelings are mine, whether from the past or the present. With Lena, I have found something precious, something I needed, missed, without ever knowing it. I find myself laughing, smiling, relaxing. I’ve never felt this before, not in this lifetime. But I find I know it nonetheless.
I never believed that anyone could actually love me, all the dark and broken fragments strewn inside me, the shadow and the poison at the heart of the white rose.
“We love every little broken bit of you.”
In the end, Lena did come out of the dark, epically, to save my life.