#「 r. the wind that tore at butterfly wings ( bryning ; seasnán ) 」

[xamassed]

⟬ meme / anonymous ⟭  

As both of you being djinn, was there any particular activity you and Seasnán enjoyed doing together?  

The round frames of his glasses were given a subtle push up the bridge of his nose before he let loose a long, thoughtful hum. It pained him to think about her, since it didn’t feel as if her passing had happened thousands of years ago, but it felt dishonorable to her memory to dismiss the question simply because he carried the heavy burden of guilt on his shoulders.

“She was a brilliant storyteller. She always knew how to show and not tell, and she made characters that I easily found myself adoring.” He sat back in his seat, eyes turning upwards. “Sometimes it took only a week to write up a new chapter. Other times, it took her months. Either way, she would always read them to me aloud, and I would listen. It wasn’t just that she knew how to write, but she knew how to deliver it. The pauses, the emotion, the voice of each character.”

He missed it. He missed her stories, he missed her voice, and he missed her.