#ylissaen

[fellegend]

⋆ ․˚ ✧ › @ylissaen​.

              BORN OF TIME’S CRUEL ASHES, his eyes light with a hopeful spark, blonde strands falling against a petite figure in the distance. She stands as she always does, & he knows he cannot be wrong in the assumptions that who he witnesses is who he believes it is. His feet will him to run, but his mind, for once, manages a certain composure ( despite being however overwhelmed ). 

Crushed is the dirt beneath his feet & it sounds with his every step -- his step, his weight, the way he carries himself, & he thinks, surely, she’d recognize him. He knows she’d recognize him, logically, for he is indeed her son, yet there’s some pit of anxiety that wells within his gut as the moment of reintroduction dawns near ( perhaps it is due for the many moments he awaited her presence knowing she wouldn’t recognize him ) & a joyous nervousness envelops him in its wake. 

He halts in his motion as he anticipates that she may turn to see who it is that stands behind her now, & he knows not yet to tap her shoulder; he knows how she is when she’s startled. Instead, he vouches to speak,        . . .

                                                                    . . . 

There are no words that spill from his lips, for so suddenly, his throat has become choked & his eyes pricked with moisture. A tuft of air is engulfed in his lungs & he takes a moment to reassess the reaction that’s become of him. This is real, he thinks, & he reminds himself, it’s not the first time you’ve done this. Perhaps it would be best to replay the act once performed so honestly ( for how could he forget with the many times he’d practiced it ). He repeats it in his mind, readying his still unstable voice.

❝ Blessed Mother -- ! I’ve... ❞ & he cannot even finish what once he had.  ❝ Oh, Mother ! ❞

Tears threaten to stain his cheeks, but he wipes them before they find solace in their escape. 

            ❝ I’ve returned ! And you... -- ❞

                       You’re just how I remember you. From the time in which you will never know.

[rosairia-blog]

❝ What does love mean to you? ❞

fe : h sentences .

                  ❛   l - lissa ? what made you ask about that ?   ❜

the sentence pops out of her mouth out of embarrassment before she can truly think about the blonde’s question ... she pauses for a beat , index finger lifting to tap her chin , then she sits down on a nearby barrel .

              ❛   i ... i guess it just means supporting someone .... unconditionally ? i’d love for someone who supports my dancing ... even though it’s not that good . what about you ?   ❜

[tragairem]

ylissaen replied to your photoset:

FUCK IT UP

YAASS WHEN U GET VALIDATED BY THE MOST BEAUTEOUS OF ALL 

[rosairia-blog]

❛   i - it’s so nice that our boys get along so swimmingly , lissa ....   ❜   her heart leaps as she watches owain and inigo from a distance ; their grown counterparts . it was so hard to imagine that they were their own children ! but olivia was filled with joy as well , knowing her son would grow up to be such a wonderful man .   ❛   um ... ah ... i hope we can become that close ... maybe we are , i - in the future .   ❜  /  @ylissaen​