02-27-2017, 08:30 PM
Somewhere in the distance a low, hovering note escapes from the black mass of the forest and Circinae can feel her heart stumble. The sky is riddled now with stars, their luminescence only eclipsed by the swiftly rising autumn moon. A breeze, subtle at first, stirs the grassland around them and plays gently with her hair, rippling it into undulating waves of inky blue silk. She feels heavy, but the wind wants nothing of her resistance - so she gives in. It’s easier not to question why the air seems to wrap itself tenderly around her; simpler not to debate the oddities of nature on a cloudless night. Instead, they mingle together for a moment, enjoying the sensation of privacy and the stealth of the dark. She admits to herself that perhaps she isn’t as strong as she thought she was.
She can’t even keep her lips from trailing along the surface of his nearest wing. “Bad girl.” She chides, but she’s not fooling anyone. Through her eyes, the golden stallion is becoming more tangible, like the outline of something that one must trace to see the final image. Each word or laugh, even the pressure of his stare, connects one point to the next and the jade mare feels a sharp hunger to see them all, to have the constellation that is Canaan lit and bright before her. But these are gifts not easily given, and what she wants is no small order. So, Circinae lets his sharp wit dull her into a sense of ease and quietly thanks the heavens for aligning their paths so conveniently.
He’s not someone she’ll soon forget. “I lost someone, a long time ago.” She tells him quietly, blue eyes sinking into his own inquisitive stare, “Now that I’ve found a home, I’d rather not lose anyone again.” A simple reply for a complicated question, but still the truth. She feels sadness then, losing herself to someone who seems to never want to land. Birds of the air are never meant to be caged. “I still enjoy my freedom though, don’t mistake me.” She smiles, “If I had a set of my own, -” she begins, gaze darting to his wings, “- I’d be begging you to reveal your secrets.”
But she doesn’t, and she never will. As far as she’s concerned, she’ll never be gifted with quick travel. Only stamina for long journeys and four legs at all times. The realization of this stings, only slightly, because for once it would be nice to have a traveling companion again. When this night was over and Canaan finally unfurled his soft, brilliant wings to take him away from her, Circinae knew he might never return. This is why she eases into him, the broad of her nose meeting the flat edge of his shoulder before she runs it along his golden, taught skin. Green and lustrous, flaxen gold. She thinks they mix well. “You’ll take me to your hidden places sometime, won’t you?” She begs softly.
It’s always fun to pretend.
She can’t even keep her lips from trailing along the surface of his nearest wing. “Bad girl.” She chides, but she’s not fooling anyone. Through her eyes, the golden stallion is becoming more tangible, like the outline of something that one must trace to see the final image. Each word or laugh, even the pressure of his stare, connects one point to the next and the jade mare feels a sharp hunger to see them all, to have the constellation that is Canaan lit and bright before her. But these are gifts not easily given, and what she wants is no small order. So, Circinae lets his sharp wit dull her into a sense of ease and quietly thanks the heavens for aligning their paths so conveniently.
He’s not someone she’ll soon forget. “I lost someone, a long time ago.” She tells him quietly, blue eyes sinking into his own inquisitive stare, “Now that I’ve found a home, I’d rather not lose anyone again.” A simple reply for a complicated question, but still the truth. She feels sadness then, losing herself to someone who seems to never want to land. Birds of the air are never meant to be caged. “I still enjoy my freedom though, don’t mistake me.” She smiles, “If I had a set of my own, -” she begins, gaze darting to his wings, “- I’d be begging you to reveal your secrets.”
But she doesn’t, and she never will. As far as she’s concerned, she’ll never be gifted with quick travel. Only stamina for long journeys and four legs at all times. The realization of this stings, only slightly, because for once it would be nice to have a traveling companion again. When this night was over and Canaan finally unfurled his soft, brilliant wings to take him away from her, Circinae knew he might never return. This is why she eases into him, the broad of her nose meeting the flat edge of his shoulder before she runs it along his golden, taught skin. Green and lustrous, flaxen gold. She thinks they mix well. “You’ll take me to your hidden places sometime, won’t you?” She begs softly.
It’s always fun to pretend.
Circinae
I need the crack of a whip, I need some blood in the cut
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