Used to Be

Lena the Songbird We’ll be okay was an echo amidst the endless chasm, and it reverberated through her heart, pulsed amidst her smile, until she was vibrancy and heavenly light again. Though the resonation quavered, as if it was stuck in his throat and not entirely resolute (too much of the unknown ricocheting in those blinded folds, in those unyielding veils), she brought it back to her chest, to her essence, to her soul, and locked it tightly away. Her assurance, her confidence, would be enough to warrant them through, to connect the dots, to flourish the schemes, plots, and designs, to quietly immerse themselves in the threshold of unsung sedition – noble, dignified rebellion, by refusing to delve into irreverence and disaster. She refused to falter, refused to stumble, refused to fall further into the muck and grime, and the Mender, the Songbird, would never allow Roland to crumble either – she’d be the rock, the stalwart swallow, the intrepid healer, until the moment she took her last breaths. “Of course,” Lena whispered, grin triumphant and glorious, anointed and consecrated, because they’d be more than false promises and hollowed hopes; deliverance and liberation lining their bones. She sighed, shook her head, forgot the rain drops and the mist clinging to her mane, to her pelt, to her hide, and turned her gaze to glance at the world beyond ghosts and shadows; to where there was a place in the sun, in the earth, in the kingdom, where there was more than emptiness and sorrow. “Together,” she pressed a kiss into his cheek, and another below his jaw, sliding past his apprehension, and believing in more than just the unsettling wares coating their existence. They were bold and brilliant, glistening and defiant, and they’d show the realm, no matter how murky, exactly what they were made of.   This time she followed (mighty steps and pad-foot decibels into the drifting haze) instead of led – for none of them knew what lay beyond, and the territory was an eternal mystery, but they were more.

Image Credits
@Roland {just taking five years to wrap things up. ;D}