by whirlawind » Sun Jun 04, 2017 9:37 pm
Emillia(the wisp)/ Healer/ bound being/ 17/ Tags@ Vaxas
Emillia nodded as he said he wasn't playing anymore "yes of course, my apologies commander." She said, attempting to keep the straightest face she could. She did good with her composure, but she was fighting an internal battle not to crack a grin or laugh. She could hear how flustered he was, having been turned into her temporary victim.
He said he was leaving and she had to bite her lower lip to keep from letting out a giggle at his loss of composure. "Right sir, I'll be there shortly." She said as she listened to him leave her clinic. A second passed between the sound of the door closing, and her doubling over with a wheeze of laughter escaping. She did her best to to laugh loudly, only because she would feel eternally awful if someone heard her laughing at what could only be the commanders expense.
She straightened up and reached a hand under her blindfold to wipe away the moisture that had gathered over her glass eyes. She hadn't had a good laugh in a while, it was so serious here, there was a hanging feeling of dread over the camp that rarely was out of mind.
Her laughter at Vaxas was replaced with a soft blush, a rare shade of pink tinting her normally colorless complexion. While she was usually calm and supposedly wise she was still a young woman at heart. She was not the distant wisp she normally appeared to be, and instead was a lot like the child she once was at heart. Mischievous, imaginative, and with naive daydreams of the future. It was cliche, but she loved the idea of a valiant knight with a fair lady he thought of as a princess. She had a longing for that, it was a common dream she would be embarrassed to admit, but it was true.
Her daydream was also something she would never have, at least not in good conscious. She hated the idea of someone falling in love with her, she longed for it, but her life would be short and then what would her partner do? Sure he would eventually remarry and possibly even have his own children with a new wife, but the idea of someone she loved being broken over her inevitably swift ending was enough to keep her fantasies reigned in and kept as such.
She was happy for Vaxas and everyone else instead, she could stand to be on her own. Her blush dissipated replaced for a moment with furrowed brows and a slight downturn in her lips, before she let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding and stepped outside of the clinic with her bag still hanging over her shoulders.
"-αη∂ ѕєє ησ ℓσηgєя вℓιη∂є∂ ву συя єуєѕ."
~яυρєят вяσσкє
I think people are a lot like kintsugi pieces, broken and repaired in a way that is unique to them and beautiful. We should always remember to recognize the broken pieces of others and to be empathetic. Don’t forget to celebrate your own chips, cracks, and broken pieces and repair them with gold.
