02-14-2021, 04:01 PM
You think I'll be the Dark Sky so you can be the Star?
I'll Swallow you Whole.
I'll Swallow you Whole.
She has grown accustomed to the ever changing emotions that ebbed and flowed from the child she carried, to the point that she has begun to wonder what it would be like to be empty again. Would the echo of emotions remain, vibrating off the cage of her ribs and in the chambers of her heart, or would she again be drained, hollowed and cold? Some ancient instinct tells her that she won’t have to wait long to find out (she isn’t sure where that feeling had come from, either; she had never felt much in touch with this equine form she had been trapped inside, but she knows what she feels is not from the stars). The child seemed less active, but the emotions that radiated through her felt stronger, and she knew Tiercel could feel it, too.
Looking over her shoulder when he says her name it is not just the shape of it on his tongue that makes her chest suddenly feel tight, but rather the tone of his voice. It was something she would not have picked up on nearly a year ago, or at least, not something she would have been able to comprehend the full meaning of. But now she recognizes it; the weight of his words, the look on his face that she can just barely make out through the dark. And she smiles because she feels it too, and she is certain that it is real and not just an aftershock of emotion sent by him or their child.
“You mean a lot to me, too,” she has stopped now, waiting for him to come alongside her since the trail has widened here, closer to the top. She does not know how to put into words all of the strange things that he makes her think and feel. She does not know how to explain to him that she does not think she feels things just because of him anymore, but that she has learned to feel things for him. She wants to tell him, though, wants to at least try to decipher all of the emotions that have taken root inside of her chest.
The chance is ripped away at the clatter of rocks and stones, at the sudden heaviness that fills what had once been empty space. Shadow and rock pull together into a shape that is both feline while also something otherworldly, and though instinct and Tiercel both tell her to run, her legs suddenly feel as though they are made of stone. Her dark eyes search for his, but all they find is the eerie glow of the creature’s, and she knows that this thing is not from here, or from the stars, or from any galaxy she has ever known.
“I can’t leave you,” she manages to whisper around the fear that grips in her throat, and she tries, though it is futile, to call for the stars one last time. Just the smallest thread is all she needs, she thinks, just a single sliver of starlight to craft into a weapon, but all she grasps is empty darkness.
Looking over her shoulder when he says her name it is not just the shape of it on his tongue that makes her chest suddenly feel tight, but rather the tone of his voice. It was something she would not have picked up on nearly a year ago, or at least, not something she would have been able to comprehend the full meaning of. But now she recognizes it; the weight of his words, the look on his face that she can just barely make out through the dark. And she smiles because she feels it too, and she is certain that it is real and not just an aftershock of emotion sent by him or their child.
“You mean a lot to me, too,” she has stopped now, waiting for him to come alongside her since the trail has widened here, closer to the top. She does not know how to put into words all of the strange things that he makes her think and feel. She does not know how to explain to him that she does not think she feels things just because of him anymore, but that she has learned to feel things for him. She wants to tell him, though, wants to at least try to decipher all of the emotions that have taken root inside of her chest.
The chance is ripped away at the clatter of rocks and stones, at the sudden heaviness that fills what had once been empty space. Shadow and rock pull together into a shape that is both feline while also something otherworldly, and though instinct and Tiercel both tell her to run, her legs suddenly feel as though they are made of stone. Her dark eyes search for his, but all they find is the eerie glow of the creature’s, and she knows that this thing is not from here, or from the stars, or from any galaxy she has ever known.
“I can’t leave you,” she manages to whisper around the fear that grips in her throat, and she tries, though it is futile, to call for the stars one last time. Just the smallest thread is all she needs, she thinks, just a single sliver of starlight to craft into a weapon, but all she grasps is empty darkness.
Islas
@[Tiercel]