Time Throws Fire
by Ophelia Everfall
Part One | Redux Eterna
Part Two | Polymath Blues
Part Three | The Feather
Part Four | Wizard
Part Five | Coward’s End
Part Six | Whirls of Wind
Content Warning: This is only a story.
Part Two | Polymath Blues
Chapter Eleven
Ekara Oaksmith had been a part of healing with Echo. There’d been ‘the great plan,’ the way she’d sought so falsely to become part of their demise. She’d been projecting it through her pain and that was why she hadn’t seen the solution most needed.
They’d finally spoken through it. Something finally clicked. The way she told the tale now—Echo having dug to truth of the multitude of reasons she’d been so plainly despising the woman; one dreadful simulation.
Echo had been having panic attacks with the ups and downs. Especially that nigh unspoken threat from a pending armada incoming. She’d not feel herself home anywhere but within the presence of her daughter. Those times had been plentiful but a constant reflection of the inner work she’d need to become the rock they needed most. It was a process that would never stop.
In time since taking her in and giving Logan space to grow and find herself, Echo believed the world they’d lost would be her sorrow. The hope was waning for Rory’s return. She’d needed something more than a daughter to hold. Boundaries in relationship were a pressing conscious concern for this woman now expanded into mindsets brought from beyond.
There was something in Echo which wanted them to know the space and peace of freedom around her they might not get in less mindfully spacious environments. She would love most to lose herself in the taking care of others. She was a homemaker at heart. The life she’d led had taken her into places and towards challenges which had made her the person she’d become.
As many others, Ekara hadn’t understood what it was to walk Echo’s path. She’d seen the outbursts, heard the cries, and been victim to the same programming as everyone else; even in Boreál. Echo was seen as second class in the body she was given because of her womanhood and that grafted consequences into her life which were truer of pain than many would know.
Touch would hold her again in Ekara’s arms the way it had been meant. They were a rock of grounding for her in that moment and someone like this in her life was most needed. The hurt contained within the greatest period of trauma in her life had intermingled with everyone involved thoroughly, and the consequences were seen most completely in the splattered skull of Simion Hareth. She was viscous when she was right.
Echo would know the man ‘a cunt who deserved it,’ through her heart alone. That the following of a path lain before her by faith was stepped in grace of trust. Nothing in her made a choice which hadn’t been thrust upon her by fate and it was her gift to step forward through each one knowing she only played a part in this life. She was given choices and would make them again if she was in that same place. Every single thought of path for this woman was a lie. She’d been pushed her whole life. There wasn’t hope she wouldn’t follow her hearts telling no matter how dark they got and that would prove a blessing to this universe.
Poly-motes and dust tubes floated about. Something in the air stricken with change. A power grafted to flow through this woman back and holding more of all she’d ever been—layers fore and aft she’d not know in completion.
The Cradle of Hope was her weapon of choice. She’d named her rail driver. For a longest time she’d aimed to find target in its newly mounted distance sighting with that one she was able to finally embrace in healing. The touch of change inside her was monumentous; to begin moving the part of hurt held inside them both they’d carried forward since.
Misunderstanding would be found in Echo upon her expansion. She felt everything more now and always had because of it. There was a revealing moment when she’d returned from her dreamscaped nights of Ecatosh, and it was not turning her into who she’d truly been meant to be.
Something of peace was found in the embrace with Ekara, the acknowledgement of their shared wound at last met with truth of emotion. The dissolving of notion it hadn’t been felt the same on the other side was the ease to Echo. Some stillness at last for the fretful waves of misunderstanding that would be found inside her body upon looking to witness their own story.
Having been railed so completely by her new favorite person in that night with Poe, which seemed only a dream, was a hopeful spark of some possibility with Uni. Echo would be excited to see what came of it.
Logan was sprinting through the grass of the oxygen forest’s biggest field. The chase of breath was one she’d love to exhale into the trees. Nothing lacked for safety here as she pattered off through this cultivated garden.
Resting in center of the largest field was Echo in her favorite place. Grinding her spine and twirls and cracking it up and down. Letting the smoothness of her movement bring her home to place. To know she was showing off for Uni was only a benefit to the practice.
They’d not expected the change they found up close.
Something was far different about this Echo they’d only seen before in a distant held memory now eclipsed by the excellence wrought in presence by them recently.
There wouldn’t be a thing Echo would rather do than sit close by and be as cute as possible. Just knowing that other was boiling over with some underlying urge to rip her to the ground and make her give them pleasure. Especially knowing it was exactly what she wanted.
Shielding from the presence of her daughter and the public wasn’t a thing to change the reality of emotion or passion within either of these two women. Breath would prove to last. Nothing would change an echo of the future like that single move she’d wanted someone to steal from her most.
When she opened her eyes to find Uni beside her and so close—there hadn’t been a hope to wait—Echo made the move.
