[ Alexandrie has any number of rejoinders to that, considers them as one might an array of shoes. In the end, though, she just looks a little sad, reaching to pick a dried rose petal off the table nearby and float it on the surface of the water like a boat far from land. ]
Wishes are dangerous, cherie.
[ She'd used to make them. That was before she learned that each one put a little loop inside you that could be tugged at, used to pull you about. All honest desires could be used in such a way.
The heat of the water slowly soaks and weakens the curved shell of the petal, and she watches it sink with a sort of amused wistfulness. Ah, poor thing that succumbs to both its nature and the water's.
What would she wish, if she still engaged in such folly? That there was truth in the way they touched?
Such things were not for people like them. ]
They are how we create little pretty flickers of false hope that we may someday have what we may not. Mirages, where suffering thirst, we consume sand.
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Date: 2018-07-25 03:16 pm (UTC)Wishes are dangerous, cherie.
[ She'd used to make them. That was before she learned that each one put a little loop inside you that could be tugged at, used to pull you about. All honest desires could be used in such a way.
The heat of the water slowly soaks and weakens the curved shell of the petal, and she watches it sink with a sort of amused wistfulness. Ah, poor thing that succumbs to both its nature and the water's.
What would she wish, if she still engaged in such folly? That there was truth in the way they touched?
Such things were not for people like them. ]
They are how we create little pretty flickers of false hope that we may someday have what we may not. Mirages, where suffering thirst, we consume sand.