08-03-2020, 01:26 PM
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<div style="text-align:center;padding:0px 0px 80px 40px;font:72px cinzel decorative;letter-spacing:60px;color:rgba(250,250,250,0.25);">echis</div>
<div style="border:3px double #eee;border-radius:35%/35px 35px 0px 0px;border-top:0px;border-bottom:0px;padding:10px;color:#999;font-face:times new roman;"><div style="font:12px yanone kaffeesatz;text-align:center;padding:5px 5px 10px 5px;">“ I will love you until we run out of mornings. Then I will love you in the dark. ”</div>
She’s been spending more and more time apart from her mother. She doesn’t like it, but she understands that Ryatah needs her space. They always return to one another eventually, and that is enough to keep the young girl content. Now, she stands beside the river with her dark ears trained forward for the sound of familiar footsteps approaching. There is, as always, a smile to her face. She is infinitely patient in her waiting. When the voice finds her, however, her smile fades into slightly parted lips as she turns this way and that. She’s not used to telepathy, you see.
But the beach sounds like a lovely place. She casts that morganite gaze behind her for a moment longer and then she moves in the direction she is summoned. The first thing she notices is the smell – sickly sweet with rot and a hint of the salty tide. Echis wrinkles her nose but she comes when she is called just the same.
She listens, tilting her head as he goes on about death and the afterlife. Father had said it wasn’t so bad, once you got used to it. Echis had studied his scars as he slept and imagined all the ways he must have gone in the past. Her glimmering gaze finds his when he says she, too, must die to reach her destination. Naturally, she takes a step back and lowers her chin as she considers the command. But if she does this favor, he might restore her mother’s eyes? She swallows the lump building in her throat with a nod of feigned confidence.
“<I>I’ll go,</i>” she says simply, and then she takes the first steps in the direction he’d bid them to go. She closes her eyes because she’s too afraid to see her death coming. One more step, and a flash of perfect heat finds her dark throat. It burns so deeply and then, just as quick, it feels like cold water flooding her veins – like wading in the river waters in early spring.
She opens her eyes and fat tears roll down her cheeks. A scream dies in her throat. How long had she been calling out like that? Her knees tremble horribly as she looks around at the dulled beach, at the other spirits coming to. A quivering breath leaves her despite there being no air in her lungs.</div></div>
<div style="text-align:center;padding:0px 0px 80px 40px;font:72px cinzel decorative;letter-spacing:60px;color:rgba(250,250,250,0.25);">echis</div>
<div style="border:3px double #eee;border-radius:35%/35px 35px 0px 0px;border-top:0px;border-bottom:0px;padding:10px;color:#999;font-face:times new roman;"><div style="font:12px yanone kaffeesatz;text-align:center;padding:5px 5px 10px 5px;">“ I will love you until we run out of mornings. Then I will love you in the dark. ”</div>
She’s been spending more and more time apart from her mother. She doesn’t like it, but she understands that Ryatah needs her space. They always return to one another eventually, and that is enough to keep the young girl content. Now, she stands beside the river with her dark ears trained forward for the sound of familiar footsteps approaching. There is, as always, a smile to her face. She is infinitely patient in her waiting. When the voice finds her, however, her smile fades into slightly parted lips as she turns this way and that. She’s not used to telepathy, you see.
But the beach sounds like a lovely place. She casts that morganite gaze behind her for a moment longer and then she moves in the direction she is summoned. The first thing she notices is the smell – sickly sweet with rot and a hint of the salty tide. Echis wrinkles her nose but she comes when she is called just the same.
She listens, tilting her head as he goes on about death and the afterlife. Father had said it wasn’t so bad, once you got used to it. Echis had studied his scars as he slept and imagined all the ways he must have gone in the past. Her glimmering gaze finds his when he says she, too, must die to reach her destination. Naturally, she takes a step back and lowers her chin as she considers the command. But if she does this favor, he might restore her mother’s eyes? She swallows the lump building in her throat with a nod of feigned confidence.
“<I>I’ll go,</i>” she says simply, and then she takes the first steps in the direction he’d bid them to go. She closes her eyes because she’s too afraid to see her death coming. One more step, and a flash of perfect heat finds her dark throat. It burns so deeply and then, just as quick, it feels like cold water flooding her veins – like wading in the river waters in early spring.
She opens her eyes and fat tears roll down her cheeks. A scream dies in her throat. How long had she been calling out like that? Her knees tremble horribly as she looks around at the dulled beach, at the other spirits coming to. A quivering breath leaves her despite there being no air in her lungs.</div></div>