Post by Willow Wenlock on Oct 5, 2010 21:24:56 GMT -5
A small clatter pulled Willow's attention back to the book laid out in front of her. Her fingers searched for the quill that he numb fingers had dropped. What had she been attempting? Her eyes struggled to focus on the curse work in front of her.
During her long hours in Egypt she had one thought that had carried her through. Silver. Not the illusion of him or what she wanted him to be, but rather the idea of getting to see him and spend time with him again.
Usually a quick study, Willow couldn't quite make her thoughts quiet. Her fingers gently pulled the tucked away corner of paper out from between the cover and pages of the advanced curse breaking book she had been attempting to study.
Her fingers smoothed over the creases and folds of the paper that were beginning to wear thin from repeated folding and unfolding. I hate to do this, as there is no way to make it less than it is. The phrase repeated in her mind even as she should be working on something tangible, not a lost love.
She hadn't cried, rather existed in a state of weary disbelief for the last couple of weeks. How did one respond? What was the best course of action? Even for the courteousness of Silver's letter it was obvious the intent, what they'd had was over.
Did she blame him? No. Did she resent him? Maybe. Did she miss him, want what they had back? Yes. She repeated to herself that it wasn't love, just a young crush, but he had meshed with her in a way that she longed for. The ease between them.
She imagined talking to him, and couldn't help the desire for her imaginations to go beyond talking. But how did she handle it? While the intent had been clear, the reasons behind Silver's letter left her questioning.
Did he not want to be with her at all? Or was it just the distance. If it was the distance, was he open to going back. The logical forward portion of herself wanted to talk to Silver about this. Talk to her best friend. But was it appropriate?
Did this affect her friendship with Dare? How did she handle this? For all her abilities and ease at knowing how things worked, how relationships worked were a mystery. Her quill dropped from her fingers again as the questions and uncertainty circled in her mind.
It felt like she was circling around lost, at odds. Where relationships supposed to be so complicated? Willow laid her head down a moment in her book, her fingers slipping the letter between the pages again. How did she proceed?
During her long hours in Egypt she had one thought that had carried her through. Silver. Not the illusion of him or what she wanted him to be, but rather the idea of getting to see him and spend time with him again.
Usually a quick study, Willow couldn't quite make her thoughts quiet. Her fingers gently pulled the tucked away corner of paper out from between the cover and pages of the advanced curse breaking book she had been attempting to study.
Her fingers smoothed over the creases and folds of the paper that were beginning to wear thin from repeated folding and unfolding. I hate to do this, as there is no way to make it less than it is. The phrase repeated in her mind even as she should be working on something tangible, not a lost love.
She hadn't cried, rather existed in a state of weary disbelief for the last couple of weeks. How did one respond? What was the best course of action? Even for the courteousness of Silver's letter it was obvious the intent, what they'd had was over.
Did she blame him? No. Did she resent him? Maybe. Did she miss him, want what they had back? Yes. She repeated to herself that it wasn't love, just a young crush, but he had meshed with her in a way that she longed for. The ease between them.
She imagined talking to him, and couldn't help the desire for her imaginations to go beyond talking. But how did she handle it? While the intent had been clear, the reasons behind Silver's letter left her questioning.
Did he not want to be with her at all? Or was it just the distance. If it was the distance, was he open to going back. The logical forward portion of herself wanted to talk to Silver about this. Talk to her best friend. But was it appropriate?
Did this affect her friendship with Dare? How did she handle this? For all her abilities and ease at knowing how things worked, how relationships worked were a mystery. Her quill dropped from her fingers again as the questions and uncertainty circled in her mind.
It felt like she was circling around lost, at odds. Where relationships supposed to be so complicated? Willow laid her head down a moment in her book, her fingers slipping the letter between the pages again. How did she proceed?
