04-21-2023, 11:56 AM
ISRAFEL
Israfel doesn’t miss the way the light seems to brighten upon the flowers, how she thinks she can feel it a little more warmer upon her metallic coat. Is it him, or is it just her imagination? At just the thought of the ability to manipulate sunlight existing, she feels a flush of jealousy - how can she just possess the power to destroy when other, beautiful abilities exist?
She thinks of the bird she had disintegrated in Nerine, and how the blood would look splattered upon these flowers.
Sometimes she thinks she can still feel it upon her flesh, tiny particles of it clinging to her.
Hadrien he introduces himself and the light brightens - but it’s his apology and then the fading of the light that finally grabs her attention enough to drag her out of her thoughts, even half-way. “Good, I wouldn’t wish what I am on anyone.” Israfel is surprised by this speech as soon as it is out of her. It’s the coldest her soft voice has ever been, though even then it is still on the grand scheme of things quite gentle. Even if that is what is fluttering around her mind, she hadn’t thought that she felt it so strongly to speak it. Not strong enough to meet his intense gaze - her golden eyes flashing to his face just once before she focuses back on the flowers.
She could go back to the forest, where she could disappear. She is not sure she likes how he looks at her, but it is clashing with her desire to be perceived at all. Maybe this is simply just what she attracts - she thinks she’s been down this path before.
The curiosity that had first driven her out of the forest as a youth is gone now, or buried, and she doesn’t feel the same questions bubbling up to carry the conversation.
Is it a conversation, if she doesn’t look at him?
She decides to speak again, to try to pull apart whether she wants to keep Hadrien who can weave sunlight close or to run away. And she just says the truth. “It’s been a while since I’ve spoken to anyone.” As if that can explain why she focuses so much on the flowers - who are a safe conversation, since they never respond in ways she can't predict.
She thinks of the bird she had disintegrated in Nerine, and how the blood would look splattered upon these flowers.
Sometimes she thinks she can still feel it upon her flesh, tiny particles of it clinging to her.
Hadrien he introduces himself and the light brightens - but it’s his apology and then the fading of the light that finally grabs her attention enough to drag her out of her thoughts, even half-way. “Good, I wouldn’t wish what I am on anyone.” Israfel is surprised by this speech as soon as it is out of her. It’s the coldest her soft voice has ever been, though even then it is still on the grand scheme of things quite gentle. Even if that is what is fluttering around her mind, she hadn’t thought that she felt it so strongly to speak it. Not strong enough to meet his intense gaze - her golden eyes flashing to his face just once before she focuses back on the flowers.
She could go back to the forest, where she could disappear. She is not sure she likes how he looks at her, but it is clashing with her desire to be perceived at all. Maybe this is simply just what she attracts - she thinks she’s been down this path before.
The curiosity that had first driven her out of the forest as a youth is gone now, or buried, and she doesn’t feel the same questions bubbling up to carry the conversation.
Is it a conversation, if she doesn’t look at him?
She decides to speak again, to try to pull apart whether she wants to keep Hadrien who can weave sunlight close or to run away. And she just says the truth. “It’s been a while since I’ve spoken to anyone.” As if that can explain why she focuses so much on the flowers - who are a safe conversation, since they never respond in ways she can't predict.
