#* 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑗𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠𝑜𝑛 ; — ft. saphira behringer .ᐟ

[silkeared]

at  the  time,  ender  had  been  too  wound  up  in  koda  to  fully  care  —  or  at  least,  that  was  what  she  had  told  herself.  there  had  been  many  a  grumble  to  her  girl  friends  ;  saphira  is  a  bitch,  saphira  abandoned  me,  saphira  upped  and  left  and  still  has  my  favorite  bra  in  her  dresser.  it  was  easier  to  speak  her  mind  than  linger  on  it  and  have  to  taste  the  truth,  that  her  heart  had  broken  that  morning  when  she  realized  the  girl  she  had  been  speaking  to  had  disappeared.  no  note,  no  text,  blocked  on  everything.  ender  was  thankful  for  her  burner  instagram,  if  only  to  grumble  and  insult  the  ugly,  embarrassing,  beautiful  photos  her  ex-situationship  had  been  posting.  back  then,  the  worst  the  woman  ever  had  to  deal  with  was  a  broken  heel  or  a  bad  hair  day. she  hadn’t  known  what  had  been  waiting  just  around  the  corner. maybe  she  would  have  understood,  maybe  she  would  have  listened.  but  now  it  was  too  late.  they  stood  across  from  one  another,  and  ender  wasn’t  sure  whether  the  feeling  in  her  stomach  was  a  twist  of  rage  or  the  coils  of  affection.  she  didn’t  know  whether  to  scream  or  cry,  whether  to  punch  saphira  or  kiss  her  …  so  instead  she  did  nothing,  just  gawping  wide - eyed  in  her  all - purple  ensemble.  “you,”  she  breathed,  “what  are  you  doing  here?”

closed starter for: ender jackson ( @silkeared ) location: portum halloween annual fair

saphira was still getting to know this town her uncle has intended for her to go to in the first place, for the first time wondering if he had reasons behind it, if he knew what she was, why being here just...felt right, a thought she still refuses, too stubborn to accept, he never cared for her, always wanted her out of his way. her upbringing made her be this distant with people, yet not with ender, somehow saphira found her walls crumbling down as they got so close so quickly in a short span of time, and she thought...maybe this was it, until ender became one of her visions, making her believe that it was all that for her, that that was her purpose for ender, making her go distant, until her unfortunate demise.

and now, she's standing in front of her, at first, her head down, slowly looking up and realizing who it was, words not coming to her at all, the words that comes out of her mouth doesn't make sense. "i...you...ender..." she mutters as she stands to face the very person she cared about in a way she hasn't before.