like a heartbeat drives you mad. || magnus, kena

[Ellyse]

like a heartbeat drives you mad, in the stillness of remembering what you had, and what you lost

   The sun has already begun to set, its dim light bleak beneath a thick layer of haze that carries low across the vibrant plain, illuminating the emerald stalks of vegetation in its splendor of lilac and auburn. The humidity is palpable, and a faint grunt of irritation emerges from her throat as her long legs carry her away from the shallow waters’ edge and onto the densely compacted sand that lay across the long, sprawling beach. A pause is taken to outstretch the length of a wing towards her waiting mouth, as her blunt teeth pluck and gently preen the pale feathers that line the hollowed bones, tucking each back into place with precision. 
 
   Her hazel eyes cast a glance behind her, as her darkening pupils narrow and observe the feminine form following closely behind. A faint smile, insincere but offered as a gesture of good will, tugs at the corners of her pale, whiskered lips, before her gaze is cast towards the daunting volcano dredged in the center of an otherwise obscure island, tucked away along the coastline. With a gentle toss of her cheek towards the peak, her long and graceful legs emerge from the salty brine of seawater, her pallid skin painted a darker hue from the dampness of the water that had required a precarious crossing (in her mind, at least – she did not often cross the shallow waterway, choosing to fly instead).
 
   A gentle breeze carries throughout the plain, as the lush and lively stalks of greenery sway and whip against her skin, and as she can feel herself sinking slightly into the soft, fertile soil, her attention is drawn once more to the smoky female near to her. ”Come – Magnus should not be hard to find; welcome to Tephra.”
 
   Alas, there he is – a beacon of mottled, golden light, perched along the crest of a hilltop – his dark, unreadable gaze peering out along the horizon where the sun has tucked itself away from his prying eyes. Soon standing mere feet behind him, she stirs the coarseness of her voice by clearing her throat, the line of her brow risen as she observes the tense ridges of muscle along his posterior, trying to stifle the smirk that threatens to arise.
 
   ”Magnus, I have brought a familiar face to you. Come say hello.”

Ellyse

I don't know if notating where he's looking is power playing, but if so, catch me outside. :|   
Also, I played with a little timeline fluidity - set prior to Ellyse's current pregnancy, in summer.

@[magnus] @[Kena]