OPEN | prompt two | LOVE

[wrens]

prompt two | L O V E And what you can never know from the beginning is how hard or how long you'll love something; how even when it is gone the love will chase you down, loping like dark flame through your blood. — Some lies are love. — Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing whatever's been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you've made.

 

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DROP HIM and Hope will pick him up 8D

[majestyofthethrone]

[A beat, and her eyes roll back in her head, and her mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Instead she writes, close-eyed]

Esther Wolenchik, such questions are not yours to know.

SOB IT IS A DONE THING M'DEAR

[befallen]

[ Esther tilts her head slightly just far enough to watch the words as the young woman scribbles them down. Her eyebrows lift but her expression remains otherwise unmoving — not flat, simply neutral, reserved. ]

How did I know you'd say something like that.

<3 /GOES

[majestyofthethrone]

[Seraphim just shrugs, now, and her shoulders slump after, her eyes fluttering back to look at Esther.]

[befallen]

[ She doesn't blame the girl or God or even Lucifer. Things are as they are, people make decisions and so their lives play out, she guesses. Esther may serve as the Morningstar's minder but she's never really been one to play Heaven and Hell politics.

Eventually, when the girl's shoulders slump, Esther thumbs over her shoulder. ] Glass of water?

[majestyofthethrone]

[Seraphim nods....and watches her for a long, long moment.]

Why did you do it?

[befallen]

[ Glass of water fetched, Esther places it on the counter in front of her and then leans over it to take a look at the slate offered. Her mouth crooks and she half smiles. A nostalgic sort of expression. ]

Which part?

[majestyofthethrone]

[She takes a drink...and writes at the same time]

Him. Why did you choose him?

[befallen]

[ Esther shrugs and her answer makes it all seem so much more simpler than it actually had been at the time. ]

He chose me. I said yes. [ A beat as she gets her own glass of water, settling a hip against the counter. ] Somebody had to do it, right? I thought: better me than the next guy.

[majestyofthethrone]

[The silence seems more pressing, now.]

I wouldn't have said yes.