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Weren't you praying on your knees for me? Hyperia - Wrenley - 05-21-2021 let it all come out and burn like a fire She had never really believed dad’s story about the shadows making him into something different. Had scoffed at the idea of them ‘consuming’ him or whatever nonsense he had said. She hadn’t believed him then, but she most certainly does now. If pressed, she would never be able to truly describe what had happened. She doesn’t think it had been something quick. No, the change had come slowly, a little more every time she wrapped them around her to delve into the secrecy they offered. She had always avoided the sun, of course, but with the eternal night, it had been very easy when shadow had been everywhere. Now, with the sun back, she had found herself using the dense darkness of the shaded groves even more, disgruntled by the brightness elsewhere. But this time, when she had emerged, she had been something else entirely. She could feel the change through her entire being, subtle and intoxicating. And as she stares into the mirrored waters of a still pool, she is entirely pleased. It is very difficult not to be, especially for one as vain as Wrenley. Her once ebony features had faded until she mirrored the sunset in the most glorious of ways. Her hair had grown long and thick, the soft strands redolent with the perfume of the cherry blossoms woven through them. And her eyes, once a dark brown, now stare back a pale and silvery lavender. By any standard, she had grown impossibly lovely. A fact that brings a vibrant, self-satisfied smile to her lips. There is simply no way she could remain hidden in Taiga any longer. It had been easy before, when it felt like everyone and everything was impossibly annoying and didn’t understand her in the least. Now though? Now, she is made to be seen. Though not by the light of day. Daylight had never been much of a friend to her, and now, she would never need to know her hideous touch again. No, the last rays of a dying sunset are truly her time to shine, and that is when she finds herself on a well worn path traversing the winding length of the river. The water gleams with muted pinks and purples, perfectly complementing her as she strolls rather aimlessly, pleased to be admired and envied from afar rather than approached. Wrenley @[hyperia] RE: Weren't you praying on your knees for me? Hyperia - hyperia - 05-21-2021 you've been on my mind since the flood heaven help a fool who falls in love @[Wrenley] RE: Weren't you praying on your knees for me? Hyperia - Wrenley - 05-24-2021 let it all come out and burn like a fire If she had expected company, it had certainly not been from the depths of the river. In truth, she hadn’t been paying attention. The falling dusk had been a sweet song on her sunset skin, lulling her into a sense of peace and belonging. It is a rare sensation for her, not because she had never felt like she belonged before, but because it is the first time she has truly felt understood. There is now a breath of welcome and sweetness in the night air she had never known before, and she wonders now how she had ever lived without it. The girl’s greeting rising from the river, her voice like the babbling of a brook on a quiet spring day, causes Wrenley to whip around, a frown immediately displacing the serenity of her features. The movement is not nearly as sharp or abrupt as one would expect, instead bleeding and blending into the night as it carries her unconsciously in it’s embrace, a wisp of smoke on a very deliberate breeze. Not that she’s paying much attention to that right now. A scowl slips briefly across her lips before she schools her features, lavender eyes staring at the watery visitor with a mix of haughty irritation and unwilling curiosity. This girl is, after all, familiar in the oddest of ways. When her words register however, the frown still hovering at the edge of her lips deepens. “Are you trying to tell me your visitors respect daylight hours here?” she asks suspiciously. As far as she has seen, the world just doesn’t seem that respectful. Then she shakes her head, realizing it hardly signified. “Not that it matters,” she continues, voice creeping into a familiarly bored tone. “You’ve never had a visitor like me, I am sure.” Wrenley @[hyperia] RE: Weren't you praying on your knees for me? Hyperia - hyperia - 05-24-2021 you've been on my mind since the flood heaven help a fool who falls in love @[Wrenley] RE: Weren't you praying on your knees for me? Hyperia - Wrenley - 05-25-2021 let it all come out and burn like a fire For all her worldly disdain, Wrenley is in truth woefully underprepared for the world as it truly is. She had grown up with the benefit of kind and loving parents, sheltered in their embrace. They had never let harm come to her, and Wrenley, in her youthful self-absorption, had never considered that it was their protection that allowed her the freedom to treat the world as cavalierly as she does. Her world has always been so very simple, and she has yet to realize it is not as she had always imagined it. So it is that in her small corner of the universe, night has always been met with a flurry of activity. For a family of creatures who are so unified with the darkness, daytime hours are for sleeping while nighttime hours are for everything else. Which is why Hyperia’s assertion baffles her, causing her to snort her disbelief. It should have been an entirely inelegant action, but somehow it is not. “Those plebians wouldn’t understand if it bit them on the butt,” she replies dismissively before airily adding with a faintly haughty tilt of her nose, “you’re better off without them anyway.” Wrenley cannot help but be pleased when Hyperia agrees with her, replying that she had in fact never seen anyone like her. She had known it of course, but it’s nice to hear it from someone else too. In that moment, she decides that she rather likes the young water nymph. Which is rare, considering she almost never likes anyone she meets. And so when Hyperia offers her name, Wrenley returns it with a faint, almost friendly smile. “I’m Wrenley.” Wrenley @[hyperia] RE: Weren't you praying on your knees for me? Hyperia - hyperia - 05-29-2021 Hyperia YOU’VE BEEN ON MY MIND SINCE THE FLOOD HEAVEN HELP THE FOOL WHO FALLS IN LOVE @[Wrenley] RE: Weren't you praying on your knees for me? Hyperia - Wrenley - 06-02-2021 let it all come out and burn like a fire Just as the water nymph could not imagine a life as filled with others as Wrenley’s is, neither could the evening nymph imagined a life so devoid of it. The juxtaposition would be a fascinating one, if she bothered to explore it. Whether she would be bothered is yet to be decided, however. But the other girl’s answer intrigues her. “Pity,” she replies in an almost offhand manner. It might even have been pitiable had Wrenley been moved to pity. But the word as it falls from her lips is far more dismissive than empathetic. In truth, with little commiseration to be found on the subject, the only interest it holds for her is a purely analytical one. “As annoying as they are, I’m not sure I would care to have no one.” She preens faintly beneath the praise before eying her slightly askance, wry amusement toying with her sullen lips. “So you said.” The dry tone retreats as easily as it had come however, her attention turning instead to the water that seems to want nothing more than to entice the girl to return. She steps closer, the scent of the blossoms scattered through the evening strands of her hair folding with the clarity of the night as it curls around her. When she speaks again, she turns the conversation from herself with a clear inflection of reluctance. “If you truly have no one, then how exactly do you entertain yourself?” Her voice is faintly skeptical as she speaks. “It sounds awfully dull.” Wrenley @[hyperia] RE: Weren't you praying on your knees for me? Hyperia - hyperia - 06-09-2021 Hyperia YOU’VE BEEN ON MY MIND SINCE THE FLOOD HEAVEN HELP THE FOOL WHO FALLS IN LOVE
RE: Weren't you praying on your knees for me? Hyperia - Wrenley - 06-11-2021 let it all come out and burn like a fire There is a coyness to the youth, though whether it is intentional or not, Wrenley has yet to determine. From her set world view, it could only be intentional. But the innocence and naivete that Hyperia exudes makes her question whether that’s truly the case. Disgruntles her, because she hates questioning her own judgements. And makes her wonder if there is a way she might learn to wield such a thing. Unfortunately for Wrenley, she would need to learn how to consider anyone but herself (even if only as a pretense) for that to happen. “So why don’t you?” Wrenley asks, her lilting voice blunt. As though it were a simple thing to have someone to keep one company. Of course, to the sunset mare, it is a simple thing. She has yet to realize that for those alone in the world, finding family or friends is not always so easy. Especially if one is tied as irrevocably to water as Hyperia is. “Certainly you must have passers by aplenty.” she continues skeptically before adding almost airily, “just, get to know a few of them.” She can’t help but smile when the girl admits it is boring. She is used to being right and is pleased to have her confirm it. Her next question takes her aback however. Not because she does not have ways of entertaining herself, but because, on the surface, she’s not quite certain they sound terribly fun either. So she sniffs, as though it should be the most obvious thing in the world. “I watch others,” she replies, her voice deliberately blithe. “Sometimes I help them and tell them what they’re doing wrong.” She pauses, lips twisting briefly before she smooths them out again. “They’re not always very appreciative,” she grumbles the last before continuing more clearly, “but sometimes the truth hurts.” Wrenley @[hyperia] |