Viktoria Klein★ Witch ★ Designer
Viktoria smiled lightly as she looked at Elyse. Even with her glasses perched on her nose, she still had to squint too make out the woman, the sun setting behind Elyse made her look more like an outline than an actual person.
In truth talking to Elyse was the closet she got to feeling free since she’d begun a relationship with Phillip. The man wasn’t awfully controlling but playing the dutiful partner to a politician was draining and pretending that she still felt the same as she had when they’d first started dating was even more so. She smiled for the cameras, touched him at all the right times, and even told him that she loved him when she felt it was needed, but it was all fake. An act and Viktoria wasn’t even sure that Phillip knew. Part of her wished he did, but part of her also feared what came with freedom. Loneliness.
There were of course something’s Viktoria felt she couldn’t tell Elyse. Partially because there were no words that felt accurate enough but also because voice such thinkings allowed made them real. Made them a tangible entity and Viktoria wasn’t sure she wanted that, no matter how much she wished for freedom. Telling Elyse just how much she wanted out of her relationship with Phillip would mean she’d have to act on it.
Unlike Phillip however, Viktoria hoped that Elyse knew this. That she could sense it because while she didn’t have her freedom. She wasn’t alone. Not with the blonde standing in front of her, looking at like she wanted to fix all her problems. Problems they’d discussed and problems they hadn’t.
Realizing she’d forgotten all about the bottle of unfinished wine she’d brought with her, she lifted it to her lips and took a sip.
“I think Phillip wants to marry next February.” She said.
• I amar prestar aen. The world is changed. Han mathon ne nen. I feel it in the water.
Han mathon ne chae. I feel it in the earth. A han noston ned 'wilith. I smell it in the air.
Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it. •