01-04-2021, 01:19 PM
stifled the choice and the air in my lungs;
better not to breathe than to breathe a lie
His skin hasn’t stopped prickling since the darkness first descended upon them. There is something eerie about the shadows (and though it is difficult to see, he feels as though there are eyes watching his every step) and the emptiness of the sky (where the stars and moon should rest, there is only an open-mouthed abyss), and the sinister gloom makes him nervous. The day had abruptly switched to night and now the night has remained; the interruption of nature’s rhythms leaves him bewildered and as well as uncomfortable.
Tiercel tries to sleep when he can but the way his skin crawls often leaves him awake, staring into the endless dark that surrounds them. He has finally drifted to sleep when the echo of her feet wakes him. The cave is cut into the mouth of red rock, and though there is no night glow to illuminate it, their home is the safest place he feels in the darkness. He has painted peace on the walls and entrance of the cavern, hoping it will keep their hearts warm and dissuade any beasts of the night to attack them. Despite that thick layer of emotion, Tiercel feels his heart quicken in his chest at the confusion and panic he hears in her spirit and voice.
Her touch soothes him momentarily, and a heavy wave of exhaustion cascades over his head. Tiercel pulls his eyelids open to meet her empty gaze, feeling the weight of her worry overcome the nasty wound that sleepless nights create. He can never understand her or the ways she can wrap herself in the stars like they are sisters and brothers, yet he knows their importance to her. The distant galaxies are fragments of Islas’s home and they bring her whatever semblance of comfort her unfeeling heart may comprehend.
Tiercel doesn’t soothe her panic, but he feels it with her — an angry wave that crashes over their heads. His lips find the smooth plane of her cheek, and he presses a brief kiss of encouragement into her skin. “How could they leave?” He cannot grasp the workings of the stars or their counterparts — how some constellations appear in the summer and some in the winter, how they know to shine once the sun dips below the horizon, how they whisper to Islas like tender friends — but he wonders if there is something in her lore, something that might have predicted this unexplainable, endless night.
Tiercel tries to sleep when he can but the way his skin crawls often leaves him awake, staring into the endless dark that surrounds them. He has finally drifted to sleep when the echo of her feet wakes him. The cave is cut into the mouth of red rock, and though there is no night glow to illuminate it, their home is the safest place he feels in the darkness. He has painted peace on the walls and entrance of the cavern, hoping it will keep their hearts warm and dissuade any beasts of the night to attack them. Despite that thick layer of emotion, Tiercel feels his heart quicken in his chest at the confusion and panic he hears in her spirit and voice.
Her touch soothes him momentarily, and a heavy wave of exhaustion cascades over his head. Tiercel pulls his eyelids open to meet her empty gaze, feeling the weight of her worry overcome the nasty wound that sleepless nights create. He can never understand her or the ways she can wrap herself in the stars like they are sisters and brothers, yet he knows their importance to her. The distant galaxies are fragments of Islas’s home and they bring her whatever semblance of comfort her unfeeling heart may comprehend.
Tiercel doesn’t soothe her panic, but he feels it with her — an angry wave that crashes over their heads. His lips find the smooth plane of her cheek, and he presses a brief kiss of encouragement into her skin. “How could they leave?” He cannot grasp the workings of the stars or their counterparts — how some constellations appear in the summer and some in the winter, how they know to shine once the sun dips below the horizon, how they whisper to Islas like tender friends — but he wonders if there is something in her lore, something that might have predicted this unexplainable, endless night.
tiercel.
@[Islas]