bend, break.

joining!

he had left; for all that they had been through, the rubble they had been born past, he had gone. left, without a trace, and he had left anemone and narcissus behind. she moved in the diminutive darkness he had left in his wake, but no longer could do so. she was not whole without knowing he breathed even still, and she could endure her parents love no more; surely, they would have more broods and forget of the three identical faces they saw and loved so very much. they were the blood of their reunion. a reminder that love did, in fact, exist. but anemone's own heart was savaged by the loss of thorne; she would find him, and remind him it was not so easy, to forget ones own face. but for now, she would need to survive. surely narcissus would join her soon enough! she was the head of their beast, so how was hawthorne fairing, his kind, gentle soul? was he floundering? did he feel a lack of balance? it was strange, looking to her left and not seeing him there. but now she could earn her name as an individual, as a woman. that intrigued her. and so her steps to find him slowed. she would in good time... but until then, she would need to find a home. perhaps permanent, perhaps not; she could not be certain, but if she did know one thing, it was that this was necessary. and so she lingered at the borders of some land, her eyes bright, inquisitive. she was far from home, the girl of the sea, but anemone's heart did not ache.