09-07-2016, 01:34 PM
no matter what they say, I am still the king
What would any of them have done given the choice? Would they have preferred to mill about in their own worlds – Beqanna forever unchanging? Would Eight ever have chosen to give up his magic? While it was a stark realization that he had become ‘normal’ – he had actually become okay with it. Unlike you, it was not a cage that held him in.
There were ties between you two – farther back than meetings from long ago. It was something deeper, something only the history of Beqanna could give. The memory of Sage and furtive conversations and witty banter – it is strange that kinships from so long ago can continue to weave their way into the present. Surely that wasn’t the only reason you and Eight had collided – there were interests between the two of you alone. But there was no doubt that the history of the spider king and spider woman wove so tightly a path to now.
You touch his shoulder, and it is almost a relief that sinks in. Eight did not touch – rarely, if ever. There were times where he would shy at the touch of another upon his own. His dark days that were filled with vile and venom, with spite and distaste for the world – where his magic was a beacon of the depths of hell. And now? Now your velvet muzzle on his shoulder meant more. It was an admittance of trust, that you - silent and unsure, unable to speak to a single soul – trusted Eight to carry you safely to where you needed to be, trusted him enough to voice what you may be thinking (even now, when he could not exactly read you like an open book).
“We have been granted a home, Aranea. And I will take you there.” He steps beside you, pointing the long way back to their newly granted refuge. “I don’t know when- if – I’ll get my magic back. But until I do, I will stay near you and I will do the best I can to read what you are trying to say.” He nearly reaches out to touch you, a silent thank you for the trust you place in him. But instead, he jerks his head towards the new land. ” Let’s go home, Aranea.”
(You can post her up in the new land if you’d like!)
There were ties between you two – farther back than meetings from long ago. It was something deeper, something only the history of Beqanna could give. The memory of Sage and furtive conversations and witty banter – it is strange that kinships from so long ago can continue to weave their way into the present. Surely that wasn’t the only reason you and Eight had collided – there were interests between the two of you alone. But there was no doubt that the history of the spider king and spider woman wove so tightly a path to now.
You touch his shoulder, and it is almost a relief that sinks in. Eight did not touch – rarely, if ever. There were times where he would shy at the touch of another upon his own. His dark days that were filled with vile and venom, with spite and distaste for the world – where his magic was a beacon of the depths of hell. And now? Now your velvet muzzle on his shoulder meant more. It was an admittance of trust, that you - silent and unsure, unable to speak to a single soul – trusted Eight to carry you safely to where you needed to be, trusted him enough to voice what you may be thinking (even now, when he could not exactly read you like an open book).
“We have been granted a home, Aranea. And I will take you there.” He steps beside you, pointing the long way back to their newly granted refuge. “I don’t know when- if – I’ll get my magic back. But until I do, I will stay near you and I will do the best I can to read what you are trying to say.” He nearly reaches out to touch you, a silent thank you for the trust you place in him. But instead, he jerks his head towards the new land. ” Let’s go home, Aranea.”
(You can post her up in the new land if you’d like!)
∞
and now the storm is coming, the storm is coming in