“See what is true;
“See what is true;render only that.”
render only that.”Beneath a blanket, they huddled together upon her balcony, counting stars.
Viviana let her hair down, let the crisp breeze and Sansone’s fingers ruffle it.
“There is something that happens to soldiers after they have won a battle,” Sansone cooed in her ear as he stroked her. “Though victorious, they grieve. Not for those they have slain, but for the excitement that had thrummed through them for so long. That left them when the battle ended.”
Viviana lifted her head.
“They were no longer quite as alive,” Viviana slurred, tongue thick with fatigue.
“It is what you are feeling, I think.”
Viviana chuckled weakly. “I think you know me too well.”
He turned her and her chair as if they weighed no more than a butter
