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Cecelia Ardenbury: Lvl 10 half-elf Sorceress ([personal profile] adamantlyardent) wrote 2019-07-18 05:38 pm (UTC)

[she gulps back a sob, shoulders drawn up and braced against it. this is a losing fight, much like her fight to stay distant and wary and careful in all things.

gods, even the companions she came to call friends never promised her more than the moments they had at-hand; everyone was already raring to go their separate ways when all was said and done. some already had. there was going to be no happily ever after with everyone about! the fact she was swept up and away from that realization kept it at bay for a while, but she's already spent plenty of nights and pages ruminating on that fact.

nothing gold can stay, read a poem she'd chanced across. ain't that the truth?

yet here she stands in something that could be mistaken for a little piece of a palace...and it's said to be hers? at just the cost of staying. staying with people, who actually are inclined to stick around.

gods.

she hears Darin saying something like there to help before she turns sharply on her heel and lunges forward to hug him, squeaky, unintelligible sounds muffled because of it. it's fine -- she doesn't know what she's trying to say anyway, either.]

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