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i found the shoreline, casimira - savior - 09-16-2020 tried to kiss the emptiness, lost the line between sky and sea
It is a strange and wonderful thing, winter. savior @[Casimira] RE: i found the shoreline, casimira - Casimira - 09-27-2020 CASIMIRA dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah She catches his eye, and she wonders if instead, she could just melt into the snow. She wonders if she could simply let the bright white of her blend into the snow-white of the winter landscape, let him blink and think she was a trick of the light, and watch him disappear. RE: i found the shoreline, casimira - savior - 09-29-2020
She reminds him of the snow. If not for the soft blue of her eyes, perhaps he would not have noticed her as a solid, living thing. He wonders if she is cold or if she is soft, if she might melt should he reach out to touch her. But he doesn’t, perhaps fearing that the latter might come true. He settles a few paces away, just in case. His smile deepens at the mention of her home - or what was once her home, at least - and he casts a glance over his shoulder, as if he might be able to see his own home from here. But Tephra is a long way from the meadow. Still, the green eyes linger a beat on the snow-laden horizon before he returns his attention to her lovely face. He watches, quiet, as she tilts that lovely face up to the sky to watch the snow tumble and plummet. He tilts his own head, dragging in a shuddering breath, trying to bury the burgeoning urge to reach out and touch her anyway. And he does not look away when she returns her pale blue gaze to his face. He feels no rush of self-consciousness in having been caught watching. There is no shame in it, he thinks, for she is just as bewitching as the soft fields of snow that stretch out around them. There is no embarrassment in thinking it. “Where were you born?” he asks in the space between her returning her gaze to his face and her offering her name. Casimira. A lovely name, too. “Casimira,” he echoes, testing the shape of it on his tongue, “my name is Savior.” SAVIOR you remind me who i was and who i want to be you remind me that though not whole, i'm not empty RE: i found the shoreline, casimira - Casimira - 10-09-2020 CASIMIRA dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah When she lowers her pale-colored eyes from the sky to find that he is already looking at her, the feeling is enough to steal the breath from her lungs. Her skin grows warm as she resists the urge to avert her gaze, and she suddenly becomes acutely aware of how hard her heart is beating inside her chest. The longer it beats at that quick, electrifying pace, the more the guilt she had previously felt begins to fade. Badden’s handsome face is suddenly harder to recall, and the life she had so desperately been clinging to feels like it’s drifting away. RE: i found the shoreline, casimira - savior - 10-14-2020
He is surprised by the sound of her laughter. If not for its warmth and softness, its bell-song quality, perhaps he might have been wounded by it. He might have tucked his head and retreated, chased away by it. But it is so lovely that he finds himself leaning into it instead, hoping that he might reorient the pattern of his breathing around it. Her remark makes it obvious that she had not been laughing at his expense, that the laughter had been a teasing thing. And he grins despite himself, heat pooling in his cheeks as he rolls his shoulders in a sort of shrug. He could explain to her the origin of his name but he refrains, swallows it down. Lets her comment linger in the air between them, lets himself think of it as flirtation. Even if the thought alone is enough to spur his pulse into a frenzy. Her mention of Tephra is a welcome distraction from the thoughts running rampant in his head and his expression brightens even further. She is from Tephra but he has never seen her there and now she lives in Hyaline so his chances of encountering her are even slimmer. He tries not to dwell on his disappointment. “I’m from Tephra, too,” he tells her, still grinning. Like the force of his grin might help scatter whatever shyness keeps her smile small. “I’m disappointed that I never saw you there,” he continues and then tilts his head as he admits, “I would have liked to have met you sooner.” With this, he exhales a self-conscious sort of laugh and averts his gaze. As if he cannot bear to look her in the eye after saying something so foolish. “How do you like Hyaline?” SAVIOR you remind me who i was and who i want to be you remind me that though not whole, i'm not empty @[Casimira] RE: i found the shoreline, casimira - Casimira - 10-18-2020 CASIMIRA dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah She had forgotten what it was like, to forget. To not feel the incessant clawing of that dragon inside of her brain, to not feel the sorrow that continually lingers on the fringes of her heart ever since Badden had disappeared. She had been apprehensive at first to let herself feel any kind of peace or happiness, afraid that she did not deserve it. How long was she supposed to wait for him? How long was she supposed to be a slave to her heartache, to refuse companionship because it felt like a betrayal? She could not look to her mother for guidance. Ryatah had no issue using another as a balm for every mark across her heart, but Casimira was more hesitant. RE: i found the shoreline, casimira - savior - 10-21-2020
It stirs something mournful in his chest when she mentions the war. The war had been before his time, if only just barely. But he had been born from it all the same. He has never asked and his parents have never volunteered the information, but he and his sister had been fashioned by their magician mother to protect Tephra. Because it had been devastated by dragons and they had been formed in that image. Their mother’s dragons. She has inched closer now, so close that her breath falls sweet across his shoulder. There is some unnatural heat to it, but he does not question it. He blames it instead on the frigid temperature of the air around them. He blames it on the way his heart leaps and spasms in his chest just to feel it. It floods him with a renewed warmth and it surprises him, how fiercely he wants to reach out and touch her. Especially with the weight in her words. He understands without having to ask that there is more to it than she lets on but he will not pry. Instead, he reaches across the thin ribbon of space between them to touch her. Hesitantly at first, as if frightened that she will recoil. That his touch will send her skittering away, out of reach. And he lets out whatever breath he’d been holding, smiling gently at her mention of Hyaline. He thinks it an invitation, but only briefly entertains the idea. He moves closer by fractions. Like he wants to siphon the heat from her to ward off the cold, even if he barely feels it at all now. “Will you tell me about it?” he asks, a murmur into the smooth skin of her shoulder. And he tilts his head without lifting his mouth to indicate that she has his undivided attention. SAVIOR you remind me who i was and who i want to be you remind me that though not whole, i'm not empty |