As before there was defeat in her words, words that told of a dim future, told of sorrow to come and as always, pain. But they already felt that, the pain of separation and the pain of being together. Anu felt it, but there was something that she could not let go, not entirely. It rode upon a feather, so weightless that the smallest gust of a spring wind could tear it from her grasp. It was a thing so light that there were times when Anu could hardly feel it presence. By her words Anu believed that Geneva had lost it, but maybe it was just floating beyond her grasp. Maybe, the green hued eyes could see the feather whisk passed her gaze in her time of pain.
Or maybe hope was a thing with feathers, wings that could take flight unless you held tight.
Unable to see the face she desired, Anu looked only to the paws and ground in her view. You don’t know that. Her voice was soft, with no fight in them. It was just that thing she refused to give up that spoke. She didn’t know, how could she? The thin woman’s breath came gently, and her pounding heart was just something that rang in the back of her mind. Anu wanted nothing more then for the wolfess to feel the love she cradled in her broken heart. She refused. And, to Anu, would rather live with in sorrow. The hope brought her to speak again, You can be safe, happy. Her noise touched the other’s paw that sat beneath it for a prolonged second. Her voice was gentle, but there was hope knit between the syllables. You can live in a world of love when would she stop asking Geneva to let her love her? When would the moment come when the sight of her didn’t make her pulse race and the fog before her eyes lift? Anu could live with the unanswered questions. There was just no need for Geneva's pain and no need for her to feel unsafe. Her last words slipped passed her dark lips, riding on the weight of a feather.
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