[’I have lived more lifetimes than you’ll ever see’. Kendis feels the pain of memories claw at her and squeeze until the grip is almost too much to bare. They swallow convulsively as their lids lower to shadow their eyes, as they squeeze shut briefly, as if she’s trying to push something difficult away.] You elves really are so self-important. [She murmurs low, the sound she lets out a scoff and an almost amused huff. It is on the tip of her tongue to get offended, to turn those words into a blade. Instead, with the harsh sound that’d burst from her throat and her wry smile, it turns into a shield.
She can – no, no pretend. But just be, instead. Kendis wants to return to her loved ones but it’s nice to be that … “insignificant” in the way this elf sees her. For someone who exhibited herself with a sort of grandeur, who exceeded in what she held passion for, it was refreshing to be seen as insignificant in the grand scheme of things. A person whose only life and responsibilities were the (supposedly) very short one she’d been granted.
The person she was, she had been before her life had been turned upside down in a way even the Fresh Prince of Bel Air could’ve never imagined.
The person who doesn’t matter in such a way here. A person with actual choices rather than the ones they let themselves, delude themselves into thinking they have.
Their choice now is to sit and listen to this self-important elf – or just elf. Maybe that’s in part why they’d involved themselves, exposed themselves. Because the compulsion to follow through here was familiar to something she would’ve felt last year, before her life went to shit with prophecies and past lives and powers, as it was free from the whispers of people who thought they understood her own decisions better than she did herself.
Because helping this person felt good in the sense – this was the kind of person her father raised her to be, this was the kind of thing that the brother she idolized would do. Rather than good in the sense –
Kendis sighed and shocked her head and tsked. At herself, partially, at her thoughts but also at this person before her.
She reached into her bag and pulled out some gauze without thinking. She pressed the person’s fingers opened and pressed the white, slightly scratchy substance against their skin.] Are you lookin’ for facts, advice, an ear, or some combo of all three?
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She can – no, no pretend. But just be, instead. Kendis wants to return to her loved ones but it’s nice to be that … “insignificant” in the way this elf sees her. For someone who exhibited herself with a sort of grandeur, who exceeded in what she held passion for, it was refreshing to be seen as insignificant in the grand scheme of things. A person whose only life and responsibilities were the (supposedly) very short one she’d been granted.
The person she was, she had been before her life had been turned upside down in a way even the Fresh Prince of Bel Air could’ve never imagined.
The person who doesn’t matter in such a way here. A person with actual choices rather than the ones they let themselves, delude themselves into thinking they have.
Their choice now is to sit and listen to this self-important elf – or just elf. Maybe that’s in part why they’d involved themselves, exposed themselves. Because the compulsion to follow through here was familiar to something she would’ve felt last year, before her life went to shit with prophecies and past lives and powers, as it was free from the whispers of people who thought they understood her own decisions better than she did herself.
Because helping this person felt good in the sense – this was the kind of person her father raised her to be, this was the kind of thing that the brother she idolized would do. Rather than good in the sense –
Kendis sighed and shocked her head and tsked. At herself, partially, at her thoughts but also at this person before her.
She reached into her bag and pulled out some gauze without thinking. She pressed the person’s fingers opened and pressed the white, slightly scratchy substance against their skin.] Are you lookin’ for facts, advice, an ear, or some combo of all three?