02-28-2017, 12:43 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-28-2017, 12:45 PM by Charlemagne.)
charlemagne
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
She looks at him, blinking. He is so different than the man at the lake. The slippery man said much, but meant nothing. The black one… Lior… said little, and meant much. She found it refreshing. She also found it maddening. She was not the only one supposed to be talking. She has been gone many, many years, and there is more to learn. More to seek. More to be.
She looks up at him, the yin to her yang—where she is bright, he is dark. Where she is open, he is closed. Such a dichotomy. He stands over her, his scent wafting with the stench of another female. This was not promising, but then, she was not out looking for much more than a joyride. In the dark of the forest, she had clung to another—a perfectly nice gentleman that she probably would never see again. And the baby… if there was one. Troublesome thing. Without her blood-born abilities, Carli had no way of knowing what it would be… but she would be without it soon enough. Alayne had been the only daughter she’d ever raised… and look at how well that turned out.
She is on the ground again, and she takes a step back from him, creating more of a gap, and looks up. He looks like he has seen much. What could she learn from him? “It is a pleasure to meet you, Lior.” she fluters her wings, and positions herself under the light of the sun in order to see him better. She was still considering him. “So what is a dark, menacing, and forboding creature like you doing in a place like this? Surely the wings make it near to impossible for takeoff. Which means… You have just received them…”
She is not new to the ways of magic. Indeed, Charlemagne born mute and without a soul to care for her… The bugs had given her her wings and informed her of her abilities. So she can spot them a mile away.
“Those fairies can be real bitches, can’t they?”
Stay classy, Carli. Always saying allowed what others have the class to keep hidden away behind closed doors.
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?