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thuringen2016-05-10 07:58 pm
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the scent of dusk is strangely nostalgic
However, there was no reason for her to dwell on that when she had the chance to enjoy the world around her. Having escaped from the guards assigned to her once again, she visits a special place that she knows the guards will never find her - a well, the very one that claimed her beloved's life. Sometimes she couldn't help but wonder if it was silly that she visited his grave every day, but if she closed her eyes and imagined, it almost felt as though März was actually there by her side.
She offers a bittersweet smile as she approaches the well, kneeling down beside it. "Hello again, Mär," she says, closing her eyes and resting her head against the cold stone. She falls silent, almost as if she expects to hear his voice speak back, but she knows it's nothing more than wishful thinking. She opens her eyes again, brushing gloved fingers against the dirt below her. "Even after all this time, the roses I planted still haven't bloomed, have they...?" She chuckles emptily, fighting back tears that threatened to spill. Crying would do her no good; she's already shed innumerable tears over losing März, and shedding more still wouldn't bring him back no matter how hard she wished it would.
However, while she knew that was true, she could no longer resist the urge, allowing a few droplets to trail down her cheeks before dabbing at her eyes. "Goodness, look at me..." She chides herself and shakes her head, giving another hollow laugh. "You wouldn't want me to cry, März. Yes, if you were here now, I'm sure you would wipe away my tears and tell me to smile, just like when we were children..." She continues on reminiscing, speaking to the well as if it were März himself, but she knows she's doing it to distract herself from her looming sadness.
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"The window." he says suddenly. "I remember seeing you through that."
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His cheeks color slightly. "Not that I've much to compare it to, of course. My mother was usually very adament that I only play in the forest."
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She pauses momentarily. "...I suppose I should clarify. I do not know if your mother told you this, but if it weren't for her generosity and her wisdom, I would not be standing here today." She gives a bittersweet smile; while she's undoubtedly grateful that Therese saved her life, she feels as though if she had died back then, she wouldn't be burdened with the expectations of her nobility. But if she died back then, she never would have met März, the light of her life. Despite those thoughts, she continues on.
"I suspect you do not know this, but I was born with a poor constitution. Sometime after my birth, I suddenly stopped breathing and was then buried beneath the ground. However, my mother refused to accept that I was dead, demanded that I was dug back up, and hurriedly sought your mother's aid. I do not know what she did, but...if it weren't for her, I would not be alive. I am truly indebted to her. I simply wish that I could have...could have..." Saved her, she thinks.
Sorry it took so long!
Märchen quiets himself and nods as she explains. "I didn't know, no. I'd never met you before then.." he sighs and idly fidgets with some of the buttons on his coat sleeve.
"You're not to blame, Elisabeth. When those two men asked that I take them to her, I had no idea.."
A few more lost memories surface and Märchen frowns. "If I'd known, then perhaps I could've done something." But he'd been young, and they'd been fast about grabbing him and heading for the well. "Though I doubt it."
no worries! also heads up, i'll be gone all of next week so i won't be able to reply until after!
roger!
well by the time you replied i already came back |D
welp :V
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sorry this took so long!
no worries!
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