Gale
started under neon lights, then it all got dark
i only know how to go too far
He comes as a dream, having torn the beating heart from a girl who could spin sleep. The skill is a new one and the blood is still wet on his lips, and the cursed thing drifts aimlessly on the late autumn wind, falls more deeply asleep, then wakes on a snowy and moonlit precipice.
The creature does not rise in the real world, the brindle body still at rest on the dark sand of a distant cove. A sharp-eyed osprey watches over the body, black claws gripping at his perch in a lavender and orange-leaved palm.
Gale wakes only into the dream world, and when he turns to look around, finds the dreamer.
He knows those orange eyes blazing in that pale face, brilliant in the silver moonlight, bright against the winter snow. But they are different now; there is no crimson blood behind them, no manic glow. They are the eyes of the woman Gale had loved and that the Curse had broken.
They are not broken now.
Mazikeen had been a threat to him once, back when she had eyes like these.
Has she become a threat again? Or is this some trick of sleep, and she only dreams of having become whole?
He takes a step closer. A bolt of lightning flashes behind him, a manifestation of his uncertainty. His face is still, his smile cold, but those blue eyes flicker as rapidly as the lightning across his navy skin.
His white tail becomes the same scythe that had opened the neck of the copper mare, and it sways behind him as he takes a second step closer, and then a third.
@Mazikeen
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