and in the end, i will seek you out amongst the stars
the space dust of me will whisper “i love you”
She is not the ugly erosion of her mother. She is quiet, but she is the quiet of early morning and pink skies, the quiet of damp fog and dew soaked webs. She is the peace of dawn and the forgiveness in a brand new day. There is a weight to her, a heaviness learned from watching someone she loves hurt so deeply, but it is not her weight - though she tries to bear it anyway. Selfish, perhaps, because it is easier to share a burden than to watch someone you love wither beneath it alone.
She is bright gentle eyes the color of pale bark, of tanned mushroom skin in the shadow of a quiet forest. She is blue like her mother, but the color is so much paler, almost steel, almost cornflower - mother is dark like the bruises she keeps in her heart. There is white on all four legs, reaching all the way up to knees splashed dark with satin black fur. There is a second splash of white across either side of her neck and settled like stardust over her chest, and a third that spills over her belly and towards her flank. Her face is mix of dark and light, a wide blaze between her eyes and stretching low to reveal the fragile pink of her nose and mouth. But the rest of her is that dreary blue, like the way a sky turns steel right before a storm.
Dark is no storm though.
In all regards she is plain except in one way, in a lineage she is proud of, and the way her parents gave her light to wear like armor over her skin. She has learned to control it better now - though as a child she was nearly always draped in light, like a million constellations drawn together over steely night skies. It has always made her feel so beautiful, to be bright like mother, to carry stars like father. To have something so special from each of them with her always.
She calls on it now as the day fades and the sun sinks beneath a distant skyline. It’ll be brighter in a while, once the pinks and golds and sunny oranges drain of their color and dark truly sets. For now the armor is just a quiet glow of mimicked starlight she wears in the image of her handsome father. A plate of soft starlight over the long bone of her slender face, thick plates over hip and shoulder, with more narrow pieces patterned over long legs, and narrower pieces still over each delicate curve of rib.
The trees she wanders beneath are dark and full of long, reaching shadow, and with a smile she releases the concentration of armored light so it spills over every inch of her steel and dark skin. The light isn’t solid, more like a fog of twinkling light clinging to her sky, like stardust in the corner of a weary night sky. So when she slips more deliberately into the deeper shadows with a gentle kind of amusement traced across the gentle face, her physical body disappears from sight so that there is only a starlight girl left in its wake.
(she is using light armor and shadow camouflage to appear like she is made of stardust)
(dovev x luster)
