* ethelo.

CALCULATED  FEATURES  GROW  SOFT  :   doe-like  hues  grow  only  gentler  .   prey  caring  too  much  for  her  predator  ,  watching  him  grow  weary  made  weak  her  heart  .   she  is  only  quiet  words  and  nighttime  worries  ;  surrounded  by  whispers  and  glimpses  of  what  will  be  .   when  did  they  speak  last  ,  she  could  only  wonder  .    cautious  digits  grasp  his  forearm  ,  moving  closer  to   him  til  siblings  stand  adjacent  .   ❛          hey  .      how   are    you        ?             ❜        she   feared  to  speak  any  more  ;  for  what  do  you  say  to  a  stranger  ?  

                        it’s nerve - shattering   :   the dying of endless days ,   the wait and the darkness threatening to engulf simply everything.   it’s alike poison ,   crawling through his veins uninvited ,   bathing him in coldness   ——   if only he could feel nothing  !   IF ONLY HE COULD BECOME NUMB.   familiar presence is unwelcomed ,   touch burning his forearm as if his own body could reject any sort of affection.   ❛   ——   I’M FINE.   ❜   the hiss slips from behind caged teeth ,   harsher than he would’ve ever talked to rose.   violet circles dance ‘neath tired blue eyes   ——   the nightmares keep him awake all night.   softening ,   his tone is now lower though still cautious.   ❛   i’m fine.   why do you ask ?   ❜   oh ,   such paranoia  !   perhaps obi - wan has sent her to inquire ,   perhaps the council trusts him even less than before.