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.
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]