06-15-2017, 12:38 PM
Polaris
It is the mid-end of summer and there is no escaping the heat. Even beneath the trees it is still hot, humidity seeping in and around the trunks as though the shade meant nothing. There is sweat on the shoulders of those she passes, sweat on their necks and in the hollows of their hips, it dulls their eyes and their smiles when they move wordlessly past her. She feels some small amount of guilt because, while she is not impervious to the heat, sensation is certainly dulled by the glossy teal surface of her strange body. It is what made it so easy to sleep nestled in the curve of Ruan’s body, the lack of cold creeping into her from the winter of his skin. She could still feel it, but in a vague, distant way, a soft creeping that made it easy to ignore. This heat was no different.
Still, she wandered from the trees to the small irregular pond she had found buried in the Taiga, wading in up to her ankles and then halting. Her eyes fell as they often did to the surface of the water, waiting until the ripples had faded and her reflection was whole again to trace the strangeness of her body. She had grown since coming here - longer legs, leaner body, a delicately sharp edge to a face that had been so soft in youth. Even her mane had grown in, a strange mix of coarse and silky, translucent purple as though the color had been watered down when those strange strands began to grow. It wasn’t beautiful like the hair she had seen on other girls, soft silk in gentle tangles, but it was still softer than the glass of her cracked skin and so she loved it dearly. It made her feel more normal, more acceptable.
She turns and the water ripples out from her again, distorting her reflection until the waves came further apart and then stopped altogether. It was easy to make out the line of ice-gems embedded in the curve of her spine, glittering jewels set in place to help remind her where she belonged and with whom she belonged when doubt started to creep in. He didn’t like when she felt that way, smaller than she was, somehow less because she was so different. But it was hard sometimes, harder since she had never seen anyone like her, since she had been abandoned because of her strangeness.
She wades in deeper, stopping again when the water rose to just above her chest and the sun refracted a dozen teal rainbows around her. Her lips find the surface, drawing a wide arc around her so that the rainbows shudder and dance, and her reflection dissolves into slivers of gleaming teal and fragments of a quiet face staring back up at her from so many different places. With a quiet sigh she lifts her chin to the sky, closing those pale amber eyes and letting the sun warm her face until it gleamed like molten teal in the summer heat.
Still, she wandered from the trees to the small irregular pond she had found buried in the Taiga, wading in up to her ankles and then halting. Her eyes fell as they often did to the surface of the water, waiting until the ripples had faded and her reflection was whole again to trace the strangeness of her body. She had grown since coming here - longer legs, leaner body, a delicately sharp edge to a face that had been so soft in youth. Even her mane had grown in, a strange mix of coarse and silky, translucent purple as though the color had been watered down when those strange strands began to grow. It wasn’t beautiful like the hair she had seen on other girls, soft silk in gentle tangles, but it was still softer than the glass of her cracked skin and so she loved it dearly. It made her feel more normal, more acceptable.
She turns and the water ripples out from her again, distorting her reflection until the waves came further apart and then stopped altogether. It was easy to make out the line of ice-gems embedded in the curve of her spine, glittering jewels set in place to help remind her where she belonged and with whom she belonged when doubt started to creep in. He didn’t like when she felt that way, smaller than she was, somehow less because she was so different. But it was hard sometimes, harder since she had never seen anyone like her, since she had been abandoned because of her strangeness.
She wades in deeper, stopping again when the water rose to just above her chest and the sun refracted a dozen teal rainbows around her. Her lips find the surface, drawing a wide arc around her so that the rainbows shudder and dance, and her reflection dissolves into slivers of gleaming teal and fragments of a quiet face staring back up at her from so many different places. With a quiet sigh she lifts her chin to the sky, closing those pale amber eyes and letting the sun warm her face until it gleamed like molten teal in the summer heat.
though i never needed any proof to trust the heart that beats inside of you