𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.

⠀⠀ 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔. ⠀⠀

She’s found 𝓙amie 𝓕raser.’s favorite bottle; may he forgive her for sampling it — more than once.

Not only is she capable, but she is 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈. The welcomed haze may blur her sights, but she remains steadfast and true, surrendering his bottle back to him. “ No wonder you enjoy this, it’s — quite strong. “

She’s grown restless. For 𝓙amie 𝓕raser. and for him, alone.

She dreams of him, of 𝓙amie 𝓕raser., and stirs amidst their favorable displays. The Holy may curse her, but she flies with angels tonight, nonetheless.

She’s set in her work; meticulous and attentive. The stream at her side serves a welcomed purpose: easing as it’d come. The herbs her evening demanded were rare, indeed, but not impossible to find. Nevertheless, she’d consider herself lucky. She’s found them.

She eases her weary feet with a sigh. Though the night is young, she feels as if she’s anything, but.

Is she to be so consumed by time, itself, that definition resides in 𝓙amie 𝓕raser.’s breath, alone? She’ll allow it, simply to steal it. Again. And again. That: remains, her promise. This moment, and every one to follow. Nothing could, nor ever ... would distance them.

ㅤ How fortunate, then, that there’s a fire right there alongside her. ㅤ

History be 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒅.

Risen early, like that of the sun, she’s off to pick herbs from the dew-kissed grounds beneath her feet.

No matter their time or distance apart, the mere breaths between them demand a proximity they’re most familiar with. So forgive her, as she steals 𝓙amie 𝓕raser. amidst the masses, for a moment all their own. She’s earned that right well enough.

She’s restless beneath the light of the moon. Blame worn nerves or the thick, ominous fog hugging her ankles, but it’s true. She can’t help but beg for 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆, here.