08-27-2019, 03:08 AM
love is really nothing
but a dream that keeps waking me
She was so different from her twin brother that sometimes she felt like she didn’t know him at all.
But then again – Dove was so different from her entire family she wasn’t entirely sure she belonged to any of them.
Her mother, though always sweet to her, had always been something fierce. Dove had seen the way Starsin’s eyes grew hard as diamonds in the presence of most; she has felt the ground around her vibrate with the warning of an explosion begging to be set off. Her father harbored a darkness that she did not understand, and he could conjure shadows and manipulate them easier than breathing.
And Draco – he was every ounce of darkness that their parents could spare. He was the malice and arrogance that Starsin struggled to keep at bay, he was the pieces that Litotes tried to hide from the world. Beneath that strikingly handsome exterior Dove knew he was something truly fearsome and abhorrent, and not even she was immune to his icy tendrils of fear.
And yet, there was none that she loved so vehemently as her brother.
Dove was the parts of her parents that were rarely seen. She was soft and sweet, with the dapples of her mother glowing gently against her pale gold skin. Her delicate muzzle shimmered with the silver snowflakes of her father, and whereas Starsin’s eyes were a hard, indifferent dark blue, Dove’s were a rich, velvety navy. She was not like the rest of them, but she doesn’t mind. She couldn’t harden herself to be like them even if she wanted to.
Being split between her parents wasn’t her ideal situation, but it was all she had ever known. Even though both parents had been there when she was born, she can’t remember the last time she saw them together – not like that, at least. She had learned quickly to not ask why they couldn’t all live in one place; she had carefully placed the broken fragments together and realized that, while her family was perfect as separate pieces, they were not perfect when placed together.
That was the first time her heart began to crack.
Pangea was her second home, and she walks easily along the barren paths. It would have been faster to simply magic herself everywhere, but there was something mind-numbingly relaxing in walking. It didn’t take her long to find Draco, anyway. The air always felt oddly tighter when he was near, and he made her pulse race in jumping adrenaline. Most would turn from the pin-pricks of fear sending goosebumps up their necks, but Dove had learned to follow it. “Draco,” she says his name softly once she finds him, regarding him with a timid curiosity. “What are you doing?”
But then again – Dove was so different from her entire family she wasn’t entirely sure she belonged to any of them.
Her mother, though always sweet to her, had always been something fierce. Dove had seen the way Starsin’s eyes grew hard as diamonds in the presence of most; she has felt the ground around her vibrate with the warning of an explosion begging to be set off. Her father harbored a darkness that she did not understand, and he could conjure shadows and manipulate them easier than breathing.
And Draco – he was every ounce of darkness that their parents could spare. He was the malice and arrogance that Starsin struggled to keep at bay, he was the pieces that Litotes tried to hide from the world. Beneath that strikingly handsome exterior Dove knew he was something truly fearsome and abhorrent, and not even she was immune to his icy tendrils of fear.
And yet, there was none that she loved so vehemently as her brother.
Dove was the parts of her parents that were rarely seen. She was soft and sweet, with the dapples of her mother glowing gently against her pale gold skin. Her delicate muzzle shimmered with the silver snowflakes of her father, and whereas Starsin’s eyes were a hard, indifferent dark blue, Dove’s were a rich, velvety navy. She was not like the rest of them, but she doesn’t mind. She couldn’t harden herself to be like them even if she wanted to.
Being split between her parents wasn’t her ideal situation, but it was all she had ever known. Even though both parents had been there when she was born, she can’t remember the last time she saw them together – not like that, at least. She had learned quickly to not ask why they couldn’t all live in one place; she had carefully placed the broken fragments together and realized that, while her family was perfect as separate pieces, they were not perfect when placed together.
That was the first time her heart began to crack.
Pangea was her second home, and she walks easily along the barren paths. It would have been faster to simply magic herself everywhere, but there was something mind-numbingly relaxing in walking. It didn’t take her long to find Draco, anyway. The air always felt oddly tighter when he was near, and he made her pulse race in jumping adrenaline. Most would turn from the pin-pricks of fear sending goosebumps up their necks, but Dove had learned to follow it. “Draco,” she says his name softly once she finds him, regarding him with a timid curiosity. “What are you doing?”
Dove
@[draco]
