02-26-2022, 12:09 PM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
It’s a good thing she knows nothing about him including the thoughts in his head.
Weakness.
What would destroy her more, the fact that he looked at her and thought such a word or the fact that he was right?
She can feel his gaze on her and scowls when she looks back at him, sees that determination that pools in the dim silver light that floats between them. The red stars around her merely darken into a more bloody hue as she chews at the inside corner of her lip and eyes the leg he now favors. Surely this is a trap, another one of the Curse’s little jokes and then this moronic stallion would turn into a hive of bees in the shape of a horse before her own bones would lock and hold her hostage as he placed the whole hive inside her… Or something like it.
It had to be a trap, the way he still shoots her that smile and laughs even as her lips twist deeper in their frown. She says nothing in response, those frantically churning threads of silver in her eyes never stopping or slowing their movement despite the weariness that settles beneath her dark ravaged skin. Finally, she moves towards him as if accepting her fate. If it is Gale in disguise, then there’s nothing she can do about it anyway. Besides, better the Curse is focused on her then somebody else, somebody innocent, that can still find joy in life. That doesn’t know any better.
The wings that had been pressed against her sides move further upward along her back, her movement stiff and slow until she settles just before him, her pupil-less gaze unwavering as she turns her scarred face up to him and releases a long breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. “There are some herbs by Hyaline’s lake that might help with that. Mixed with the mud it creates a paste that helps with infection.” She doesn’t look down at his injury or explain how she knows this, instead keeping her gaze focused tightly on his face and not caring that suspicion had slipped through her own guarded expression. “If you can’t heal yourself that is.”
Weakness.
What would destroy her more, the fact that he looked at her and thought such a word or the fact that he was right?
She can feel his gaze on her and scowls when she looks back at him, sees that determination that pools in the dim silver light that floats between them. The red stars around her merely darken into a more bloody hue as she chews at the inside corner of her lip and eyes the leg he now favors. Surely this is a trap, another one of the Curse’s little jokes and then this moronic stallion would turn into a hive of bees in the shape of a horse before her own bones would lock and hold her hostage as he placed the whole hive inside her… Or something like it.
It had to be a trap, the way he still shoots her that smile and laughs even as her lips twist deeper in their frown. She says nothing in response, those frantically churning threads of silver in her eyes never stopping or slowing their movement despite the weariness that settles beneath her dark ravaged skin. Finally, she moves towards him as if accepting her fate. If it is Gale in disguise, then there’s nothing she can do about it anyway. Besides, better the Curse is focused on her then somebody else, somebody innocent, that can still find joy in life. That doesn’t know any better.
The wings that had been pressed against her sides move further upward along her back, her movement stiff and slow until she settles just before him, her pupil-less gaze unwavering as she turns her scarred face up to him and releases a long breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. “There are some herbs by Hyaline’s lake that might help with that. Mixed with the mud it creates a paste that helps with infection.” She doesn’t look down at his injury or explain how she knows this, instead keeping her gaze focused tightly on his face and not caring that suspicion had slipped through her own guarded expression. “If you can’t heal yourself that is.”
-- Ciri
@Kestrell