» every broken promise

More unnerving elements held their sway, beckoned, called, murmured to them in the most haunting refrains; so they came, so they gathered, sheep to the shepherd, moths to the flames, waiting, biding their time to see what would happen next. Unfortunately, the Songbird didn’t expect lilies and daffodils, bright sonnets and sunsets; she’d seen the horrors, the treacheries, and the bewitching calamities maligning them time and time again (and it was like they’d all forgotten, reaching, brushing forward into the balm of Kaos’ calculations just like before). She did just the same, wandering down into the unknown, trickling past the brazen river, the scant reminders of worlds not so burdened by maliciousness (those beautiful walls and tapestries of ice, or of halcyon days; brushed with gold and repose – no matter how short, how sweet). Curiosity furrowed her brow, but disaster plunged its way into her heart, a certain, particular sensation of dread forming along the restless whims of her soul. What was he going to do this time? Would there be a repeated chapter, fluttering pages from a recycled entry – murder, mayhem (and if so – she knew where she’d be, mending, stitching, sewing back together the ones who could be bound and whole once more)? Or was this some other show, one more demonstration of power – to ensure they knew who was supreme, who dominated, who controlled? Imogen unleashed the growl Lena dared not court; but the notion was there, fierce and rebellious. She’d exist there, in this moment, in this midst, to ensure the survival of others. Lena where there is love, there is life.

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