01-26-2021, 12:49 PM
stifled the choice and the air in my lungs;
better not to breathe than to breathe a lie
He had promised her that he would find the stars, and so he had begun the search. Tiercel couldn’t deny it was challenging, especially when his magic was limited to emotions and healing. Islas was the one who could whisper to the galaxies, who could coax them from their places in the sky to dance across her skin. It is only in his mind where he admits that he has chosen an impossible mission. It is only from within that he connects his frustration with doubt, his disappointment with failure.
Sometimes he thinks he can see the doubt in Islas’s hollow eyes, but he refuses to mention it.
His mission has become even more challenging as Islas has grown heavier, slower, and larger with her pregnancy’s progression. She had said she would come with him to find the stars, and indeed she had followed him to some of the highest places of Beqanna. Tiercel had summited Tephra’s volcano and climbed Hyaline’s range, and even stood at the ridges of Nerine. Yet the stars did not summon themselves, and the shadows continued to crawl around his body.
He has walked nearly to the ends of Beqanna in his earnest attempts at rescuing Islas from the exhaustion that pulls her down and dims her starlit glow.
Time has become a metaphor, and it can only be found in the signs that show they have drawn closer to becoming a family of three. Their world is cold and damp without the sun’s warmth, and days have become relicts of the past. So Tiercel wakes whenever he feels the haunted hands of exhaustion slide away from him (confident they will return before long) and begins his searching again.
He has started searching in the bodies of water scattered throughout Loess. Perhaps if the stars are not hidden above, they are hidden below. Tiercel picks the small lake in the northwestern corner of Loess, and though disappointment and hopelessness cling to the air around him, he splashes confidently into the bitter water. As he dives beneath the surface, Tiercel wonders if the heaviness in his chest will sink him to the bottom of the lake.
Sometimes he thinks he can see the doubt in Islas’s hollow eyes, but he refuses to mention it.
His mission has become even more challenging as Islas has grown heavier, slower, and larger with her pregnancy’s progression. She had said she would come with him to find the stars, and indeed she had followed him to some of the highest places of Beqanna. Tiercel had summited Tephra’s volcano and climbed Hyaline’s range, and even stood at the ridges of Nerine. Yet the stars did not summon themselves, and the shadows continued to crawl around his body.
He has walked nearly to the ends of Beqanna in his earnest attempts at rescuing Islas from the exhaustion that pulls her down and dims her starlit glow.
Time has become a metaphor, and it can only be found in the signs that show they have drawn closer to becoming a family of three. Their world is cold and damp without the sun’s warmth, and days have become relicts of the past. So Tiercel wakes whenever he feels the haunted hands of exhaustion slide away from him (confident they will return before long) and begins his searching again.
He has started searching in the bodies of water scattered throughout Loess. Perhaps if the stars are not hidden above, they are hidden below. Tiercel picks the small lake in the northwestern corner of Loess, and though disappointment and hopelessness cling to the air around him, he splashes confidently into the bitter water. As he dives beneath the surface, Tiercel wonders if the heaviness in his chest will sink him to the bottom of the lake.
tiercel.
@[Islas]