Phoenix Maplewood orion

wilderness over her heart. a tangle of thorned vines and swooning blue flowers to shroud the salt in her veins. maybe he hadn't found her at all. maybe she was still lost.

we weren't meant to be apart, nausicaä said softly, unable to bring herself to answer him directly. i will remember you. how could he know her at all when she did not know herself?

that thought, more than any other, frightened her. that he knew even when she did not.

she drew in a breath.

remember, then. let me forget a little while longer.

something like a command; something like a promise. it was more than she'd wanted to give... but ouranos had always had a way of taking more than she'd ever meant to offer.