November 22, 2020, 10:37 AM
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The sun was setting on not a particularly exciting day,
in a not particularly exciting land,
without having done anything particularly exciting at all.
and Eleuthera, oblivious to it all, sunned herself as much as she could in the day’s dying light. she roused from her daytime sleep, as she has somewhat become a creature of the night, but tried as she might, she could not blink away the heaviness of her eyelids. Without a single thing to do these days, the lilac fae relished a few more moments of respite and let her mind dote upon those who were always at the receiving end of her attention.
Unfortunately, these days it was mostly replaying old memories in her mind until she felt the pangs of longing and sadness in her heart; and she was reminded that she could indeed feel things. So only when the faces which flitted by brought on melancholy did Eleuthera shift to her belly and press to stand, to greet another autumnal evening not lost, but certainly and uncharacteristically alone.
perhaps @Sundance, or a faerie from the late seelie court?
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
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cosmic dancing - by Eleuthera - November 22, 2020, 10:37 AM
RE: cosmic dancing - by Sundance - November 23, 2020, 03:10 PM
RE: cosmic dancing - by Eleuthera - November 30, 2020, 02:47 PM