12-17-2020, 09:07 PM
chasmata
He is not the only one who has changed since the last time their paths crossed.
They have both been changed by magic.
And the change has not been subtle in either of them.
But she has no way of knowing all of the ways that he has changed. The last time she’d encountered him, the sun had rendered her blind. This is why she does not immediately recognize him when their paths cross now.
Perhaps if he had had the power to heat the air around him then, she would have known that it was him based on this alone. But the only heat that day had been provided by the sun.
Things are swimming into sharper focus now, as the sun sinks heavy beneath the horizon and casts long shadows across the landscape. She sees him now for the first time. He emits a soft glow and maybe this is what draws her to him. Or perhaps there is some subconscious corner of her brain that knows who he is, knows that they have met before. If this part of her brain exists, she is unaware of it.
She goes to him because he glows as she glows.
And how has she changed?
The strange figure at the mountain had tricked her, though perhaps she had asked it to.
It had given her something that she had not wanted.
A taste for blood.
And it had softened the plains of her face, too, made her more alluring, though she has no way of knowing this.
“That looks dangerous,” she says, gesturing to the sparks his mane and tail throw into the air around him. And then, to soften the blow of her observation, she smiles.
They have both been changed by magic.
And the change has not been subtle in either of them.
But she has no way of knowing all of the ways that he has changed. The last time she’d encountered him, the sun had rendered her blind. This is why she does not immediately recognize him when their paths cross now.
Perhaps if he had had the power to heat the air around him then, she would have known that it was him based on this alone. But the only heat that day had been provided by the sun.
Things are swimming into sharper focus now, as the sun sinks heavy beneath the horizon and casts long shadows across the landscape. She sees him now for the first time. He emits a soft glow and maybe this is what draws her to him. Or perhaps there is some subconscious corner of her brain that knows who he is, knows that they have met before. If this part of her brain exists, she is unaware of it.
She goes to him because he glows as she glows.
And how has she changed?
The strange figure at the mountain had tricked her, though perhaps she had asked it to.
It had given her something that she had not wanted.
A taste for blood.
And it had softened the plains of her face, too, made her more alluring, though she has no way of knowing this.
“That looks dangerous,” she says, gesturing to the sparks his mane and tail throw into the air around him. And then, to soften the blow of her observation, she smiles.
the moonlight, baby, shows you what’s real
but there ain’t language for the things i feel
but there ain’t language for the things i feel
@[Laurelin]