SEREN
For every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
"Sounds lovely," she murmured quietly. "And yes... when you've decided what you would like, I can help you paint. Just let me know when."
Lying down in the dark room was already making her drowsy. As Maeve settled back down, so too did Seren. The silence bothered her slightly, because she felt that there were too many things left unsaid. But though she tried, the starchild couldn't think of anything that didn't sound whiney, or like an excuse.
"Good night, Maeve," she whispered eventually, and gave up. Maybe it would be easier tomorrow.
Lying down in the dark room was already making her drowsy. As Maeve settled back down, so too did Seren. The silence bothered her slightly, because she felt that there were too many things left unsaid. But though she tried, the starchild couldn't think of anything that didn't sound whiney, or like an excuse.
"Good night, Maeve," she whispered eventually, and gave up. Maybe it would be easier tomorrow.
In every dreamer a dream - we're unstoppable
with something to believe in
with something to believe in
