not long now to the rising; any / sid-pony

[Kagerus]

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.

She is magnificent in a way that makes my knees tremble and my heart leap to my throat. As her wings sweep to clear the air, they also clear my lungs: breathless. I am not scared, or at least not in the way I should be. And it shows in the way that I do not recoil or cry out, just the same as she, though my physical appearance is unequivocally less intimidating than her own. But appearances can be deceiving, in more ways than one.

Something tells me that the demon is only above, and below, someone very much like myself. How deep, I cannot guess: how unreachable...

"I'll ask more of you." My answer is rapid and purposeful, though it lacks volume due to my breathlessness. I match her step forward, doubling it, placing me in the riverbed next to her, our noses not a foot apart, my eyes begging hers to meet them. "And you'll wish there was more." The darkness around us is weighted, physical, I shudder at its presence. How desperately I want to be dreaming - how chaotically my insides call for the Abyss.

"Were you born this way?" My eyes make love to her every feature, to the curve of her horns and the spade of her tail, and especially the way her figure radiates a blood-red light that casts my bay into a true blood-hue. The sound of the river seems far away. There is only her.

"Extraordinary?"

Still, I am breathless.

Kagerus

sweet nothing

so uh.. hello