WIP WEDNESDAY
Suddenly I was tagged @miras-ash (thanks again by the way) and had to rush to find something in the stash and then translate it into English, so here I am, totally unpunctual.
I have to say that I'm not very good at writing long stories, but I had one unfinished thing that I'll probably finish someday.
Our Wonderful World.
"Eliza, can you tell me a story?"
"I warn you, I don't know a lot of stories about princesses".
The girl opened her mouth to say something, then closed it. Her small, round face frowned for a moment. Finally, she stated confidently.
"Stories about princesses are silly".
Eliza nodded in agreeing while and cheering inwardly, trying to hold back a smile. She couldn't stand those foolish "damsel in distress" stories either.
"They're also really boring and predictable".
"I don't know what predictable means".
Eliza smiled with a tenderness she never seemed capable of. But now that feeling was pouring out of her like a burst dam, and nothing could stop the flow as she looked into those big, expressive, green eyes.
"I'll explain it to you tomorrow. But it's not so bad, kid, not knowing something. Even grown-ups don't know everything. Not even mom", - she said with a small grin, turning to Elena, still standing in the doorway, who rolled her eyes in feigned resentment, - So, what story would you like to hear?"
"One I haven't heard yet".
For all their not-so-long interaction, Eliza was still able to note that the child never seemed to hesitate before giving a reasonably intelligent answer and that was a pleasant surprise. She was not afraid of adults, even barely familiar people, and was polite and open with them in conversation, with a certain amount of childlike curiosity. Of course, she had her faults, in terms of a great love of sugar and the occasional unbridled energy stemming from successfully extorting sweets. However, Eliza had to admit, with some note of sadness, that Elena had managed to raise her well. She had been a wonderful mom.
"That makes sense", - she said, smiling again and now seriously considering what she should come up with that would entertain a four-year-old child, and realized with disappointment that creativity was not her strongest suit. Then she made a different decision and after a brief pause, leaned back slightly and, folding her arms across her chest, began her story.
"Well… There was a girl who took on too much responsibility, sometimes more than she should, and sometimes worried too much if she failed and if someone suffered because of it. Occasionally she felt powerless or untrustworthy, and at such times she no longer wanted to be herself. The girl had many loyal comrades who were always there for her and whom she was afraid to let down… And although some of them did leave her, it was only because she should have at least sometimes openly told them how much she valued them and didn't want to lose them, - she looked at Elena again, who listening attentively, with a slight sadness and understanding in her eyes, - Some of them, she should have told it every day".
Finally Elena looked at her too, their gazes lingering on each other, filled with a kaleidoscope of emotions, like a sail with currents of air. Apparently it lasted long enough for the child to lose all patience, which was already too little in this little body.
"And then what?"
Eliza blinked a few times in confusion and Mira hurried to intervene before she could get a word in. She walked over to the girl's bed and sank down beside her, pushing the fluffy camel hair filled blanket higher and gave little Irene a quick kiss on the forehead.
"And then this little girl was going on a journey into the dream world, because that's the only way little girls can grow up one day".
The child smiled enthusiastically, as if imagining this "one day" for herself, and proudly babbled, looking at Eliza for some reason.
"I want to grow up really big to protect mommy. And I'll be strong enough to help her at work".
Elena, touched to the core of her soul, couldn't resist and left another kiss on the small, chubby cheek to the child's great delight.
"You will definitely be, honey".
This picture of the deep bond between mother and daughter, imbued with something sacred, something unattainable, something true, branded itself blazingly on Eliza's heart. She wanted it to be imprinted on the inside of her eyelids for life, and this indescribable feeling, for which she could think of no name, but which had already blossomed into a tender bud inside her, lodged inside and took root in her lungs, because she no longer seemed to be able to imagine life without it.
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You're Losing Me
(Mother Miranda x Reader)
*image creds to the owner
Word count: 1.255
song: You're Losing Me by Taylor Swift
ps: i've been trying this new way of writting my stories, i have the ideas but i still cant put it all in one story, so i'm connecting it to the song lyrics, just to get it out yk.
ps2: angst
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You say: I don't understand, and I say: I know you don't
We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't
Miranda had come back to the cabin after spending a week inside the lab. She expected to see you waiting on the couch but you were nowhere to be found inside the house.
It was three in the morning, way past the time you usually went to sleep. You considered waiting for her, at least during the first two days.
Miranda found you sitting outside, she sighed and sat beside you.
"You're late." You stated, keeping your eyes closed in a relaxed position.
She shrugged. "I had much to do."
You huffed. "I'm sleeping in my room, alone."
Miranda furrowed her eyebrows and looked at you. "I don't understand."
You sighed. "I know."
Remember looking at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light
Now I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time
Miranda stayed around for a couple days before diving into work again. You became used to it, the silence, the loneliness.
You would spend hours sitting in your shared room, remembering how long it took to decorate since you had different tastes. Remembering how the morning sun would always give the woman a holy aura.
You missed her.
Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?
I'm getting tired, even for a phoenix
Always rising from the ashes
Mending all her gashes
You might just have dealt the final blow
This time the priestess came back during the morning, but only for a few minutes. She had forgotten one of her notes for the meeting with Alcina.
You reassured her it was fine, you were fine, she could go, you could talk later, it's okay.
She just never noticed you.
Stop, you're losing me
Stop, you're losing me
Stop, you're losing me
I can't find a pulse
My heart won't start anymore
For you
'Cause you're losing me
You'd rarely see her now. She was either busy with experiments or in another meeting with one of the Lords.
You started to hate the cabin, you would walk around the woods (the lycans were smart enough to not bother you), sometimes you'd even accompany Duke during his sales.
Miranda only noticed when you weren't there once she arrived, but didn't pay much thought into it.
Every morning, I glared at you with storms in my eyes
How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dying?
I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick
My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick
You started to sleep less, to match her schedule.
You were exhausted, everyday you tried something new, anything to have just a moment with her.
And the air is thick with loss and indecision
I know my pain is such an imposition
Now, you're running down the hallway
And you know what they all say
You don't know what you got until it's gone
You had woken up to Miranda looking for something in the drawers, waiting for her to find it in order to speak.
You sat on the bed, facing her. "Mira, it's one a.m, can you stay? Just this one time, please."
She looked at you, hesitantly. "I apologize for waking you, but this is urgent. I'll be back, wait for me. Okay?"
You weakly nodded and she left without another word.
How long could we be a sad song?
Till we were too far gone to bring back to life?
I gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy
And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier
Miranda was stressed after the service at the village, and you were faithfully listening to every single complaint she was making. You dutifully supported her, just like all the other times she returns with a list of complaints big enough to write a book.
You accepted when she wanted to go over to Donna's for tea, even tho the priestess claimed you couldn't join because the dollmaker didn't like strangers.
Sometimes you still tried to prove that you could be there for her, but the woman never listened.
Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me
I'm the best thing at this party (you're losing me)
And I wouldn't marry me either
A pathological people pleaser
Who only wanted you to see her
Miranda stared at you in confusion. "You don't even like crows."
"But you do, this can be a group project, they become bearable when you're around." You responded, with a pleading smile.
She took a deep breath. "Sure, maybe next month."
You rolled your eyes. "I've got nothing to do right now, can't you fit this in your schedule?"
The priestess shook her head. "I have more important matters to attend to. We'll do this when I'm done, okay? Just wait a bit more."
And again, you nodded and she left.
And I'm fading, thinking
Do something, babe, say something (say something)
Lose something, babe, risk something (you're losing me)
Choose something, babe, I got nothing (I got nothing)
To believe, unless you're choosing me
You stood next to the door with your bag next to you. Duke had kindly offered to take you on one of his trips, you accepted of course, now you just had to tell Miranda.
Part of you wanted to just leave a letter, giving her the same consideration she has given you, but you couldn't. So now you were waiting.
When she arrived, the first thing to be said was "I'm really tired right now, we can talk tomorrow."
You were righteously annoyed, so you took a deep breath and let it out. "I'm leaving."
Miranda stopped before the stairs and turned around. "What do you mean by leaving?"
You nervously bit your lips. "Duke invited me to travel, I said yes."
She chuckled. "No."
You arched a brow. "I'm going Miranda, I just wanted to let you know."
Her smile turned into a frown. "When are you coming back?"
You laughed. "Really? That's what you're asking?"
"What do you want me to say?" She asked, slightly annoyed.
"Ask me to stay! Why is it so hard?"
"If you want to stay, why are you leaving?"
You put your hands in your head, trying not to cry out of anger mixed with sadness. "I just want you to care."
She sighed and walked towards you. "I care, why don't we talk about this later? We can unpack your bag, I'll even tell the Duke you reconsidered."
Tears were sliding down your face, which she was carefully wiping with her fingers. "We're not gonna talk, we never do."
Miranda nodded and pulled you in a hug. "I know, I've just been very busy lately. You understand, right?"
You nodded, weakly, hugging her tight.
She smiled, faintly. "Good. Let's go back up, it'll be over soon, you just have to wait."
You gently separated from the hug and looked her in the eyes. "I need time."
Miranda frowned. "You don't need to leave for that."
You smiled, weakly. "I know, but I want to."
The woman looked at you with furrowed brows and a frown, but still nodded. "Will you come back?"
"I don't know."
You're losing me
Stop (stop, stop), you're losing me
Stop (stop, stop), you're losing me
I can't find a pulse
My heart won't start anymore
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