09-15-2021, 02:05 PM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
“Heaven-born.”
Maybe she had been once. Maybe she wasn’t anymore, maybe mortality had sunk too deep into her bones. It felt like a lifetime ago, when she had traveled time and space. When she had burst into the purest white light and tunnel visioned through dreams, memories, and lifetimes that she had lived and burned from her shimmering spot in the sky. More and more she wonders if that had all been another lie in that upside down place. One last trick.
She doesn’t answer right away when asked what might be pursuing them. How could she explain what Gale had become when she was still trying to wrap her head around what he was herself? Nashua had called it a Curse that had been haunting his family for a very long time. A curse that had been thought broken. It still sounded incredible to her ears and if she hadn’t experienced it for herself, she probably wouldn’t have believed it either.
In any other situation, she would have been warmed by the other’s defiance and lack of fear. This is not like the monster she had fought with Basilica. This wasn’t like the Leshen in the Underneath’s twisted forest. She had seen, first hand, the things that the creature wearing Gale’s face could do. The lighting and shadows curling in the heart of her anger just one of many reminders he had left her, along with the ragged scar across her chest and the many criss cross ones across her legs where her bones had protruded through.
Still leaning against the chestnut mare, she snarls softly as the bright blur of her metallic eyes find Lilliana. “You will run or you will die.” She says with grit and authority, wincing only slightly as she shifts her weight against the other as they move. Maybe more than once, she thinks with a toss of her star dusted head. She breathes deeply, trying to fight the mounting pressure of her anger that claws at her insides and burns the back of her throat. Finally, with an exasperated sigh, she looks away from her companion as her stars begin to darken in her fury. “You can’t fight this Cursed thing. None of us can.” Not yet, anyways. But she still hopes that whatever he had placed inside her was the key to his downfall. Was the hope that she had been searching for. “That’s why we need to get to the North. It’s banished from there and seems to be obeying that so far.” She murmurs softly, mostly talking to herself as the last of her energy starts to drain.
Maybe she had been once. Maybe she wasn’t anymore, maybe mortality had sunk too deep into her bones. It felt like a lifetime ago, when she had traveled time and space. When she had burst into the purest white light and tunnel visioned through dreams, memories, and lifetimes that she had lived and burned from her shimmering spot in the sky. More and more she wonders if that had all been another lie in that upside down place. One last trick.
She doesn’t answer right away when asked what might be pursuing them. How could she explain what Gale had become when she was still trying to wrap her head around what he was herself? Nashua had called it a Curse that had been haunting his family for a very long time. A curse that had been thought broken. It still sounded incredible to her ears and if she hadn’t experienced it for herself, she probably wouldn’t have believed it either.
In any other situation, she would have been warmed by the other’s defiance and lack of fear. This is not like the monster she had fought with Basilica. This wasn’t like the Leshen in the Underneath’s twisted forest. She had seen, first hand, the things that the creature wearing Gale’s face could do. The lighting and shadows curling in the heart of her anger just one of many reminders he had left her, along with the ragged scar across her chest and the many criss cross ones across her legs where her bones had protruded through.
Still leaning against the chestnut mare, she snarls softly as the bright blur of her metallic eyes find Lilliana. “You will run or you will die.” She says with grit and authority, wincing only slightly as she shifts her weight against the other as they move. Maybe more than once, she thinks with a toss of her star dusted head. She breathes deeply, trying to fight the mounting pressure of her anger that claws at her insides and burns the back of her throat. Finally, with an exasperated sigh, she looks away from her companion as her stars begin to darken in her fury. “You can’t fight this Cursed thing. None of us can.” Not yet, anyways. But she still hopes that whatever he had placed inside her was the key to his downfall. Was the hope that she had been searching for. “That’s why we need to get to the North. It’s banished from there and seems to be obeying that so far.” She murmurs softly, mostly talking to herself as the last of her energy starts to drain.
-- Ciri
@lilliana