02-13-2018, 11:56 PM
Out with the golden we sew, and the lower past that crawls.
Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost.
Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost.
"Yes, little one, that was real." I smile down at him, watch as the surprise and awe flood his blackened eyes. I pull him to me, nestle him into the crook of my neck, a place he will not fit in for much longer; and as I hold him, I think of how much there is that is worth protecting on this earth, and yet how none are as worthy as he. My baby brother.
Our breathing is slowing in tandem, the weight of his cheek on my mottled chest growing and dragging us both toward the realm where it is I who controls all. That same thrum and pulse of magic that Khaedrik feels passes through me as well, like a second heartbeat, another life-source, spilling a liquid just as precious as blood. With sleep-laden eyes, I follow my brother's gaze, and gradually, I begin to see things as he does: the shadows: the earth: how it all, all of it, dances together in a way I could never have imagined.
I'm not afraid of them when I'm with you.
Take me with you, please!
I smile at his golden face, at the way his forelock points in every direction from having been snugged into my skin. While our eyes are together, reassurance passing between the bonded gaze, our surroundings gently change: the long grasses shortening, every tree melding into one. An elm tree, tall and rounded and mighty, doming over top of us. The night sky is lit by too-bright stars, and some ways a way, a river runs as though it alone is subject to antigravity: the beads of water running downstream midair, but never straying from its course.
"We're already here, Khae." I step back from him, a knowing and darkly elated grin smeared across my lips. I raise my head and gaze fondly at the stars, then at the elm, and the floating river. It is an interesting environment, one with which I am not familiar, but which thrums with a greedy potential.
"Isn't it grand?"
Our breathing is slowing in tandem, the weight of his cheek on my mottled chest growing and dragging us both toward the realm where it is I who controls all. That same thrum and pulse of magic that Khaedrik feels passes through me as well, like a second heartbeat, another life-source, spilling a liquid just as precious as blood. With sleep-laden eyes, I follow my brother's gaze, and gradually, I begin to see things as he does: the shadows: the earth: how it all, all of it, dances together in a way I could never have imagined.
I'm not afraid of them when I'm with you.
Take me with you, please!
I smile at his golden face, at the way his forelock points in every direction from having been snugged into my skin. While our eyes are together, reassurance passing between the bonded gaze, our surroundings gently change: the long grasses shortening, every tree melding into one. An elm tree, tall and rounded and mighty, doming over top of us. The night sky is lit by too-bright stars, and some ways a way, a river runs as though it alone is subject to antigravity: the beads of water running downstream midair, but never straying from its course.
"We're already here, Khae." I step back from him, a knowing and darkly elated grin smeared across my lips. I raise my head and gaze fondly at the stars, then at the elm, and the floating river. It is an interesting environment, one with which I am not familiar, but which thrums with a greedy potential.
"Isn't it grand?"
Kagerus
sweet nothing
just so you know, khae can manipulate the dream in any way
) if you want a change in scenery, to add a character, to make physical alterations to Khae, to summon shadows, literally ANYTHING, go for it.
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