RP Excerpt from Silverwood: Final Night
Wordless hands hesitated. What if she’d forgotten how to see with them? The blindness was just a passing nightmare now but it had been vividly real. She recalled the emptiness of being the only concept within reach with no other ideas to use as sounding boards. The boredom of the lack of ideas. The boredom of not making new encounters. The boredom of silence. She pushed her hands forward nonetheless, finding warm, living flesh beneath scorched fabric. The bones of Asteria’s shoulders, her clavicle, her neck and her hair passed underneath Cadenza’s fingertips. She drew her hands up the silver witch’s tear-stained cheeks.It was her first time ‘seeing’ Asteria’s face. Rounded cheeks, easy brows… sweat-soaked fringe, an elegant chin… Cadenza reached behind her neck, putting her thin, blood-soaked arms around it in slow, rickety motions, leaving faint red stains on the older girl’s platinum tresses. The wounds beneath her clothes stung in protest. Cadenza only pressed herself closer, burying her face against Asteria’s shoulder. Pain was proof she still lived. Pain was proof she was here. Pain was proof that Asteria was real.
At Cadenza’s motion to wrap her arms around Asteria, she did the same, wrapping Cadenza in an embrace. It was all over now. The adrenaline she felt from the fight with the dogs had left her system long ago, making her feel more weak and tired than she had ever been. Without a doubt, the entirety of the Silverwood trip was taxing on her. On everyone.
“Asteria. I... I think ‘social convention’ is a hindrance after all, and people are confounding for wanting such inefficiencies, but… It’s not boring here and your existence is advantageous for… for no-boredom. For the sake of preventing and eliminating that boredom, will you continue to exist?”
Was this Cadenza’s way of saying that she enjoyed Asteria being around? It was difficult to decode with the language the younger girl had used, but she understood the sentiment.
“I will continue to exist… I will live.” Asteria held the girl tighter, unsure if it was for the closeness that she felt to Cadenza, or the need she had for reassurance that everything would be fine now. Only a moment ago, Asteria wanted none of this night to be real; she wanted it to be a nightmare. Now, she was glad to know that safety was real… that her friends were still alive.
Asteria belongs to Saphirinne