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#apparently i'm incapable of writing the fire family without angst
moonsugar-and-spice · 3 years
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For the writing prompt, Ursa + weather
There is a silence in his presence these days, an elusive chill in the air, something dark cloaked in beauty, like fallen leaves under frost.
A nightingale calls from the trees at their backs, their once starry-eyed evening stroll now dulled to ritual, and Ursa looks at him where they’ve stopped.
Perhaps it is the moonlight sharpening the hard angles of his face, or the lack of wind letting every hair, every tree’s limb hang without movement -- but it is in these stillnesses that she can feel the withering of this thing once so alive, a leaf wilting in an icy wind, hear the slow and steady crumbling of the ground beneath their feet.
Sadness is not the word for it -- such a thing is little use to her now, an ache that has no remedy -- but perhaps it bears more resemblance to resignation.
The autumn leaf might cling to its branch, but it is already dead; the only question is when it would fall.
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