walking back through the fire

Lilin Soulstorm · 04-02-2012, 12:45 PM

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A second birthday had come and gone and yet, she felt none the wiser. Lilin actually had less stability than she'd had exactly a year ago, while still in the care of the madwoman she now begrudgingly called mother. She had not left the property since her return that day: that fated afternoon when she'd sought refuge in her cousin's brotherly embrace. While he would occasionally check up on her every once in a while, Saul understood boundaries and never imposed himself unless necessary. She knew where he was at all times as he kept her mildly aware of his comings and goings. This was all the two-toned female really needed to feel at ease and as it seemed, the Stormbringer male understood her needs perfectly.

While other residents might not have deemed it necessary to uphold their part of a void contract with their now missing landlord, Lilin had not changed anything to her daily routine. It kept her mind busy and every morning, at the crack of dawn, she still rose with the sun to fulfil her responsibilities around the property. Barrett had gotten around to showing her quite a few things during their time together, including how to harvest, cut, trim and dry cannabis. She hadn't quite realized how valuable his practice was from a trader's standpoint, at the time assuming the coffee-coloured male was in it for the free consumption and optimized debauchery. Now that she understood his reasons for such dedication; Lilin found herself nurturing the plants so that she too, could barter her way around as he'd done.

With her morning chores done and over with, the would-be cult heir found herself sitting at the dressing table in her bedroom; staring down at the slicker brush and steel-toothed groomer's comb she'd once upon a time used on Barrett. A bittersweet smile stretched her lips thinly as she remembered the way he'd winced during the dematting procedure, the laughs and nonchalant conversation they'd shared. Four new moons had passed and already, his presence was a memory.

Saul's approaching footsteps had been caught before his arrival, doing so hadn't been difficult. Lilin tried not to think of the way he'd found her during the storm; it was humiliating to have openly displayed such mental weakness in front of a peer. She spoke nothing of her discomfort though, choosing to avoid the subject deliberately whenever they interacted. ''Yes,'' she responded then, turning away from the dusty mirror, anticipating her relative's entrance. There was no need for formal invitations, Saul should've known by now that his presence was welcomed.

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