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Between two memories - North - 09-11-2018
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom.
- - - -
The glacier sleeps, and when it wakes it does not forget itself.
But she is the ocean, not the glacier atop it, and some days it feels she has forgotten herself. Today is one of those days.
"North," she thinks, she remembers-- "your name is North."
One thing she has not forgotten: she never much liked sunrises. She never much liked dramatic things in general. This one is isn't too bad, though. There is no promise to it. No pompous blazing horizon, no sky on fire, just a simple, humble brightening of the world. Less a declaration and more a gentle shift from one day to the next, more like the way a new day should be-- indistinct and unremarkable. Slipping into existence so easily that one rolls into the next into the next until you open your eyes, one morning, and the world is hard to recognize.
Hard but not impossible.
The mare, at once familiar and unfamiliar, stands on the ambling and dusty deer trail that courses through the Field. She knows this place, she remembers how she dreaded it once. How long ago was that? Years? Decades? She closes her eyes and breathes in deeply. This too she remembers, as she inhales: she always loved winter. The smell of it, the feel of it, cold and sharp as steel. Maybe love is not the right word, but she's older now than she used to be. More generous.
She takes her time, slowly remembering herself as the last glow of sunrise fades, unremarkably, from the sky. She remembers her patience. She remembers loving a king. She remembers the ocean. The ocean! There are so many things to remember, and remembering is how she passes the time as she waits for fate to catch up to her, down the crooked deer trail.
- - - - -
By morning, I had vanished at least a dozen times
N O R T H
Into something better
grappling with a luminous doom.
- - - -
The glacier sleeps, and when it wakes it does not forget itself.
But she is the ocean, not the glacier atop it, and some days it feels she has forgotten herself. Today is one of those days.
"North," she thinks, she remembers-- "your name is North."
One thing she has not forgotten: she never much liked sunrises. She never much liked dramatic things in general. This one is isn't too bad, though. There is no promise to it. No pompous blazing horizon, no sky on fire, just a simple, humble brightening of the world. Less a declaration and more a gentle shift from one day to the next, more like the way a new day should be-- indistinct and unremarkable. Slipping into existence so easily that one rolls into the next into the next until you open your eyes, one morning, and the world is hard to recognize.
Hard but not impossible.
The mare, at once familiar and unfamiliar, stands on the ambling and dusty deer trail that courses through the Field. She knows this place, she remembers how she dreaded it once. How long ago was that? Years? Decades? She closes her eyes and breathes in deeply. This too she remembers, as she inhales: she always loved winter. The smell of it, the feel of it, cold and sharp as steel. Maybe love is not the right word, but she's older now than she used to be. More generous.
She takes her time, slowly remembering herself as the last glow of sunrise fades, unremarkably, from the sky. She remembers her patience. She remembers loving a king. She remembers the ocean. The ocean! There are so many things to remember, and remembering is how she passes the time as she waits for fate to catch up to her, down the crooked deer trail.
- - - - -
By morning, I had vanished at least a dozen times
N O R T H
Into something better
open to any!
RE: Between two memories - Brennen - 09-11-2018
hold me in this wild, wild world
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
He comes, from time to time, to watch. Often, they’re all the same – at least at first glance – and it’s too taxing to consider going in to wade through the noise and find the ones who aren’t the same. And he hasn’t come in some time – there was business, Kingdom business, the possibility of going to war. There was a time for mourning; though not for healing, because that hasn’t come. On top of that, there was a large period of time when he wasn’t fit for public company.
Not in control.
Now he stands at the border of the field, partially because he’s ready, and partially because he wants to make sure he’s ready, before he ends up proving that he’s not, in a more delicate situation that trying to do some recruiting. Winter is a comfortable time for the man who was a Brother of the Tundra for most of his long life; it is a welcome change from the heat of his island, heat that gathers even now in the dead of winter. Ischia is never cold; the most Brennen can hope for in his Kingdom is a cool breeze off the water.
He opens his senses, looking for nothing in particular, and meanders amongst them until he feels a tug, and follows it, uncertain what he was even looking for. Honey-brown eyes lock on the mare in front of him and he gives a little half-smile, shy almost, and walks to a comfortable speaking distance. “Hello,” he offers in his quiet drawl, and does a mental check. Control. Yes. He still has it. “I’m Brennen.”
Not in control.
Now he stands at the border of the field, partially because he’s ready, and partially because he wants to make sure he’s ready, before he ends up proving that he’s not, in a more delicate situation that trying to do some recruiting. Winter is a comfortable time for the man who was a Brother of the Tundra for most of his long life; it is a welcome change from the heat of his island, heat that gathers even now in the dead of winter. Ischia is never cold; the most Brennen can hope for in his Kingdom is a cool breeze off the water.
He opens his senses, looking for nothing in particular, and meanders amongst them until he feels a tug, and follows it, uncertain what he was even looking for. Honey-brown eyes lock on the mare in front of him and he gives a little half-smile, shy almost, and walks to a comfortable speaking distance. “Hello,” he offers in his quiet drawl, and does a mental check. Control. Yes. He still has it. “I’m Brennen.”
hold me in this wild, wild world
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
BRENNEN
RE: Between two memories - magnus - 09-11-2018
magnus
howling ghosts, they reappear
in mountains that are stacked with fear
but you're a king and I'm a lionheart
RE: Between two memories - Kagerus - 09-11-2018
Kagerus
{ and in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times }
RE: Between two memories - North - 09-12-2018
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom.
- - - -
There are sharks in the grass. She lets them come, a single hind leg cocked in relaxation as she appreciates the dry winter breeze on her neck. She forgets that this place is not always kind, that sometimes mares are taken by force. She forgets that despite her age, maybe even because of it, there is much to be desired beneath her skin.
(It is not enough, not enough, there is still so much to remember.)
Brennen and Magnus. They have the eyes of old men and her heart skips a beat as she remembers men that would most certainly be old now. Are those men still here, somewhere, wearing young bodies? Would she remember them on sight alone?
The second to arrive asks what brings her here and she tilts her head with a glimmer of amusement in her dark brown eyes. "Not to recruit." She could be wrong, but she does not think the purpose of this place has changed. It seems to be a constant, as old as Beqanna itself.
Another comes, and North is intrigued by the mare. Kagerus. She likes the three before her. It is not logical that she should like them, knowing nothing more than their names, but she looks to each of them and reads some of the stories in their faces and she likes them anyway. Maybe loneliness has softened her.
"My name is North." It does not sound as though she has not spoken in years. "I'm... simple." She does not know why the lie slips through her teeth, and she does not know if they will see through it or not. She should have said she wants to be simple, lead a simple life. She wants to grow old with dignity, in a place not ruled by an idiot or a jester. "The word is my weapon, not my body." But that would be obvious by the lack of any notable scars on her bay skin. "I'm a hard worker, " She trails off, unsure what else to say. Her history seems irrelevant, or maybe she just doesn't want to talk about it. "And I'm from a different time."
When she finally smiles, it is wolfish and out of place on her small frame. "What is the ocean like, in the places you call home?" Her skin itches for salt water and so this is the first thing she thinks to ask.
- - - - -
By morning, I had vanished at least a dozen times
N O R T H
Into something better
grappling with a luminous doom.
- - - -
There are sharks in the grass. She lets them come, a single hind leg cocked in relaxation as she appreciates the dry winter breeze on her neck. She forgets that this place is not always kind, that sometimes mares are taken by force. She forgets that despite her age, maybe even because of it, there is much to be desired beneath her skin.
(It is not enough, not enough, there is still so much to remember.)
Brennen and Magnus. They have the eyes of old men and her heart skips a beat as she remembers men that would most certainly be old now. Are those men still here, somewhere, wearing young bodies? Would she remember them on sight alone?
The second to arrive asks what brings her here and she tilts her head with a glimmer of amusement in her dark brown eyes. "Not to recruit." She could be wrong, but she does not think the purpose of this place has changed. It seems to be a constant, as old as Beqanna itself.
Another comes, and North is intrigued by the mare. Kagerus. She likes the three before her. It is not logical that she should like them, knowing nothing more than their names, but she looks to each of them and reads some of the stories in their faces and she likes them anyway. Maybe loneliness has softened her.
"My name is North." It does not sound as though she has not spoken in years. "I'm... simple." She does not know why the lie slips through her teeth, and she does not know if they will see through it or not. She should have said she wants to be simple, lead a simple life. She wants to grow old with dignity, in a place not ruled by an idiot or a jester. "The word is my weapon, not my body." But that would be obvious by the lack of any notable scars on her bay skin. "I'm a hard worker, " She trails off, unsure what else to say. Her history seems irrelevant, or maybe she just doesn't want to talk about it. "And I'm from a different time."
When she finally smiles, it is wolfish and out of place on her small frame. "What is the ocean like, in the places you call home?" Her skin itches for salt water and so this is the first thing she thinks to ask.
- - - - -
By morning, I had vanished at least a dozen times
N O R T H
Into something better
@Brennen @magnus @Kagerus
oml such beautiful characters I love them all ;_;
RE: Between two memories - Brennen - 10-08-2018
They are not alone more than a moment – the first to join them is Magnus, and then Kagerus. They introduce themselves as well, and Kagerus tells the woman why they have approached her, though Brennen believes it might be more of a ‘remind’ than an ‘inform’; she has the air of someone who has known this place (or one like it) before. But Kag has also asked the mare to tell them about herself, and so the bay stallion settles in to listen.
North claims to be ‘simple’, but Brennen has known very few beings who are really, truly ‘simple’. Still, he says nothing to contradict her, simply giving a little tilt of his head and watching her curiously out of amber eyes. She says also that she’s a diplomat, and a hard worker; he is heartened by the clear indication that she is looking for someplace to live. But it is the mention of ‘another time’ that truly makes his heart skip a beat. He, to, is from another time, though his lack of aging means that he must claim every time at this point forward as his own time. Still, she might find a sympathetic ear with him if she ever wants to talk about the past.
A hesitation, and then an expression out of place with the rest of her behavior, indicating that this will be what she feels most strongly about. And in that moment, she asks about the ocean. He was the first to arrive, so he is the first to answer this question. “I’m from Ischia,” he offers first, “and Ischia is an island. Our ocean can be fierce, when storms whip up the tides, but it can also be deceptively calm. It protects us, but can be just as dangerous to us in storm season.” In the Tundra, the ocean had always been angry – cold and harsh, on their far banks. In Ischia, he has become fond of the water. “At night, it glows. Some sort of sea life paints the surface and our shores in blue.”
He shifts, glances at Magnus and Kagerus to see how they will respond.
RE: Between two memories - magnus - 10-09-2018
I wanna give you wild love, the kind that never slows down
I wanna take you high up let our hearts be the only sound
I wanna go where the lights burn low and you're only mine
RE: Between two memories - Kagerus - 10-12-2018
Kagerus
{ and in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times }
RE: Between two memories - North - 10-17-2018
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom.
- - - -
They're all very polite, almost terribly so, and they speak in turn. Brennen first. Her heart beats a little faster at the thought of the sea on all sides of her, all the time. It also makes her a little leery-- sometimes she just needs to run in a straight line, chase that horizon until her legs give out.
Magnus is second. "I like simple," he says, and she catches herself from retorting "why should I care what you like?" because it is a stupid thing to say-- because she shouldn't care, but she does, so she just stands here with her breath in her chest and her eyes ready for a fight. A blush might be spreading across her cheeks, but nobody can see it.
(my god, all she wants sometimes is to flay someone with her tongue.)
She is intrigued by the description of his home, although "volcano" has the exact opposite effect of "at night it glows" and she is uncertain she's ever seen a beautiful volcano.
Third, Kagerus. Everything in three.
North is careful with this one. Kagerus doesn't have the well-worn, downright familiar feel of Magnus (that word-- familiar-- sits like a stone in her stomach). She also does not have the reserved but straightforward nature of Brennen. She has eyes that see. North feels herself being looked at by the pied mare, and where she once would turn away from the feeling she now leans into it, looking back with her bright brown eyes in challenge. A small grin curls at her lips, wolfish and not at all simple.
It is an impossible decision to make. Brennen, Magnus, Kagerus. Even if she were to close her eyes, she would still see their faces, the look in their eyes at this exact moment. She knows it isn't technically true, but it feels this way: it feels like if she opens one door, the others are closed to her forever.
She closes her eyes for a moment. She'd rather open all the doors.
"Can I visit you all, before I decide?"
She looks first to Magnus and Kagerus with a hungry sort of sadness, and says nothing. Then she looks to Brennen. "First, I'd like to see the sea glow at night."
- - - - -
N O R T H
grappling with a luminous doom.
- - - -
They're all very polite, almost terribly so, and they speak in turn. Brennen first. Her heart beats a little faster at the thought of the sea on all sides of her, all the time. It also makes her a little leery-- sometimes she just needs to run in a straight line, chase that horizon until her legs give out.
Magnus is second. "I like simple," he says, and she catches herself from retorting "why should I care what you like?" because it is a stupid thing to say-- because she shouldn't care, but she does, so she just stands here with her breath in her chest and her eyes ready for a fight. A blush might be spreading across her cheeks, but nobody can see it.
(my god, all she wants sometimes is to flay someone with her tongue.)
She is intrigued by the description of his home, although "volcano" has the exact opposite effect of "at night it glows" and she is uncertain she's ever seen a beautiful volcano.
Third, Kagerus. Everything in three.
North is careful with this one. Kagerus doesn't have the well-worn, downright familiar feel of Magnus (that word-- familiar-- sits like a stone in her stomach). She also does not have the reserved but straightforward nature of Brennen. She has eyes that see. North feels herself being looked at by the pied mare, and where she once would turn away from the feeling she now leans into it, looking back with her bright brown eyes in challenge. A small grin curls at her lips, wolfish and not at all simple.
It is an impossible decision to make. Brennen, Magnus, Kagerus. Even if she were to close her eyes, she would still see their faces, the look in their eyes at this exact moment. She knows it isn't technically true, but it feels this way: it feels like if she opens one door, the others are closed to her forever.
She closes her eyes for a moment. She'd rather open all the doors.
"Can I visit you all, before I decide?"
She looks first to Magnus and Kagerus with a hungry sort of sadness, and says nothing. Then she looks to Brennen. "First, I'd like to see the sea glow at night."
- - - - -
N O R T H
@Brennen @magnus @Kagerus
ooc: She's indecisive because she has crushes on everyone here ;_; Feel free to reply if you want but I guess it isn't really necessary? North is technically going to Ischia first but because liquid time (bless) I'll be posting to all three lands the next chance I get <3