Post by Ileana on Apr 19, 2019 20:48:50 GMT -6
H O V E R
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[attr="class","pltxt"]Ileana stood at the precipice of her world, and she stared out into the beyond.
In all fairness, her world had consisted of very little up until that very moment. Not long after her birth, she had become so sick that venturing out beyond the edge of the dens was a dangerous affair, one that her mother did not want to risk. Ileana’s body was weak, her system was weak, and the disease that tended to run rampant outside of the safety of the dens could have easily overwhelmed her, could have robbed her of the light from her eyes and the life from her body. She had hated it, being stuck within and unable to do the things that her siblings had. But she had understood. She had cherished the memories that she’d had with them, had held the experiences she’d shared with them near and dear to her little heart, such as hunting with Tiberius. And she had quietly resigned herself to her fate, wondering if she would ever recover, if she would ever see the beautiful images painted and presented in her dreams. She'd at least had the breath-taking view of the ocean to greet her whenever she wandered close enough to the entrance of the cave, and whenever the salt-tinged air was not too much for her lungs, she would sit and stare out at it. Her favorite time was sunset, when the sun sank slowly downwards, cradled by a vivid red, orange, and pink sky, until the water swallowed it up entirely.
But then she had grown stronger. The smallest things had stopped affecting her; she no longer wheezed at foreign scents, no longer became wretchedly sick at some of the food that filled her belly. She had thought it too good to be true, at first. She had scarcely dared to hope, to hold her breath for fear of suffocating. But the months had worn on and she had improved, until at last she had been permitted to leave the dens, to step forth into the world that her illness had denied her, that mysterious and beautiful place that she yearned for with her entire being.
And Ileana was afraid.
How could she not be? So much time she’d missed, so much experience she’d evaded. How did she even begin to pick up where she had left off, all that time ago? Her pale blue eyes were wide as she stood gazing outwards, her lithe body encloaked in shadows. She could hear the chattering of birds, could smell the scent of budding flowers faintly beneath the briny breeze, could see the bright bloom of colorful buds in the underbrush that hid the cavern, which bewildered her and delighted her at once. All she had to do was take a single step, to pass beyond that threshold of a place that had been her prison, a cave that had been her jailer. Sunlight filtered through the palms of trees just beyond her reach, and dust motes danced in the beams, tempting her, calling to her.
Could she really do this? Could she smother her fear, press it down deep in favor of courageousness, prove herself worthy of the second chance at life that she’d been gifted?
She breathed in deeply, once, twice. Inhale, exhale.
Inhale, exhale.
And Ileana stepped into the light.
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In all fairness, her world had consisted of very little up until that very moment. Not long after her birth, she had become so sick that venturing out beyond the edge of the dens was a dangerous affair, one that her mother did not want to risk. Ileana’s body was weak, her system was weak, and the disease that tended to run rampant outside of the safety of the dens could have easily overwhelmed her, could have robbed her of the light from her eyes and the life from her body. She had hated it, being stuck within and unable to do the things that her siblings had. But she had understood. She had cherished the memories that she’d had with them, had held the experiences she’d shared with them near and dear to her little heart, such as hunting with Tiberius. And she had quietly resigned herself to her fate, wondering if she would ever recover, if she would ever see the beautiful images painted and presented in her dreams. She'd at least had the breath-taking view of the ocean to greet her whenever she wandered close enough to the entrance of the cave, and whenever the salt-tinged air was not too much for her lungs, she would sit and stare out at it. Her favorite time was sunset, when the sun sank slowly downwards, cradled by a vivid red, orange, and pink sky, until the water swallowed it up entirely.
But then she had grown stronger. The smallest things had stopped affecting her; she no longer wheezed at foreign scents, no longer became wretchedly sick at some of the food that filled her belly. She had thought it too good to be true, at first. She had scarcely dared to hope, to hold her breath for fear of suffocating. But the months had worn on and she had improved, until at last she had been permitted to leave the dens, to step forth into the world that her illness had denied her, that mysterious and beautiful place that she yearned for with her entire being.
And Ileana was afraid.
How could she not be? So much time she’d missed, so much experience she’d evaded. How did she even begin to pick up where she had left off, all that time ago? Her pale blue eyes were wide as she stood gazing outwards, her lithe body encloaked in shadows. She could hear the chattering of birds, could smell the scent of budding flowers faintly beneath the briny breeze, could see the bright bloom of colorful buds in the underbrush that hid the cavern, which bewildered her and delighted her at once. All she had to do was take a single step, to pass beyond that threshold of a place that had been her prison, a cave that had been her jailer. Sunlight filtered through the palms of trees just beyond her reach, and dust motes danced in the beams, tempting her, calling to her.
Could she really do this? Could she smother her fear, press it down deep in favor of courageousness, prove herself worthy of the second chance at life that she’d been gifted?
She breathed in deeply, once, twice. Inhale, exhale.
Inhale, exhale.
And Ileana stepped into the light.
(open to anyone ^.^)
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