Seren
Uncharacteristically quiet, Seren hovered on the outskirts of the gathering. The lantern for her sister held in cold hands cast a flickering glow across her face and turned the expression unreadable, something enigmatic and subdued.
Blue eyes turned dark in the night kept moving about the crowd. Taking in the people, committing faces to memory. Strange, to think that some might not be there next time. How many would have lanterns lit for themselves by other hands in years to come? Would she even be present to see it? A macabre thought, but the evening lent itself to introspection.
Blue eyes turned dark in the night kept moving about the crowd. Taking in the people, committing faces to memory. Strange, to think that some might not be there next time. How many would have lanterns lit for themselves by other hands in years to come? Would she even be present to see it? A macabre thought, but the evening lent itself to introspection.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved
In secret, between the shadow and the soul
In secret, between the shadow and the soul
