When you run away you run to where you cannot be found. Hidden like a secret. A needle not in a haystack but within the needles. Ever had sought her freedom and found a loophole. Pinpoint space with barely any room for breath, any margin of space.
Yet she was free. Well....if this was freedom.
All of it had been given up. An Angel's Lament. A Maiden's bounty. A proud woman's story. All of it was gone. Leaving nearly nothing left but a name.
Ever.
Clothes borrowed, stolen, claimed. Much too big and ever would be oversized till they seemed to swallow her whole. Drowning in fabric. Never would she suffocate.
The first nights of freedom found in the presence of a gypsy witch and one blessed and cursed by Eternal Thirst.
Ever was always a giving sort, making amends for those that....had taken her place. So many times. She would always feel the guilt. The duty to make up the cost. No matter the price.
Even if it meant an offering of her own life blood. That painted stain was not always the jewels of rubies burning in fire. Sometimes the cost was priceless.
Unspoken by Ever of all she was. Her depth of secrets.
She felt safe with them here. Her collection of friends. All as unique facets as Ever ought to be. How Ever was.
It was not home.
It was a hideaway.
Yet she was free. Well....if this was freedom.
All of it had been given up. An Angel's Lament. A Maiden's bounty. A proud woman's story. All of it was gone. Leaving nearly nothing left but a name.
Ever.
Clothes borrowed, stolen, claimed. Much too big and ever would be oversized till they seemed to swallow her whole. Drowning in fabric. Never would she suffocate.
The first nights of freedom found in the presence of a gypsy witch and one blessed and cursed by Eternal Thirst.
Ever was always a giving sort, making amends for those that....had taken her place. So many times. She would always feel the guilt. The duty to make up the cost. No matter the price.
Even if it meant an offering of her own life blood. That painted stain was not always the jewels of rubies burning in fire. Sometimes the cost was priceless.
Unspoken by Ever of all she was. Her depth of secrets.
She felt safe with them here. Her collection of friends. All as unique facets as Ever ought to be. How Ever was.
It was not home.
It was a hideaway.