[ and there is no consideration, no backwards glance as she steps close to her, to take both Ilde's hands in her own, and steps back with her, leading her as Ilde had lead her when she had been just the same - all burned out with the misery and weight of it all.
But each step is purposeful, she takes her away, away, away. Out of the commons, out of Concordia, away from the city with its walls of light that she knows is foreign to her. They turn a corner and go through a door that as her markings ebb to life, they step from cold walls to a garden. A distortion, an illusion, but one she thinks Ilde could want, it's safety of high walls of glass on an impossible sky, the wrap of vines with heavy drooping flowers, warm earth and stone below her feet. Heavy leafed plants that droop with their own weight, the pepper of strange ones that she knows from Pandora that glow in a bioluminescence from the corners and the soft curl of mist like water ( better at making them feel real now, and she has Ilde and the hive to thank for that. Reality, more aching than anything that can be conjured ), it's special, it's built out of her mind for Ilde. Just for Ilde. The only one she lets into these corners of her. Lets her feed into her, into all of her empty dark.
She leans around her to shut the door behind them. There is no one now, just them, just this place and its false removal from reality. Privacy as much as they could have being so connected. ]
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But each step is purposeful, she takes her away, away, away. Out of the commons, out of Concordia, away from the city with its walls of light that she knows is foreign to her. They turn a corner and go through a door that as her markings ebb to life, they step from cold walls to a garden. A distortion, an illusion, but one she thinks Ilde could want, it's safety of high walls of glass on an impossible sky, the wrap of vines with heavy drooping flowers, warm earth and stone below her feet. Heavy leafed plants that droop with their own weight, the pepper of strange ones that she knows from Pandora that glow in a bioluminescence from the corners and the soft curl of mist like water ( better at making them feel real now, and she has Ilde and the hive to thank for that. Reality, more aching than anything that can be conjured ), it's special, it's built out of her mind for Ilde. Just for Ilde. The only one she lets into these corners of her. Lets her feed into her, into all of her empty dark.
She leans around her to shut the door behind them. There is no one now, just them, just this place and its false removal from reality. Privacy as much as they could have being so connected. ]