you said you'd wait forever, but I blinked and the world was gone
Inside her mind she races with the imagery of moving shadows and abyssal darkness, of stars and dust scattered through a lifeless and voidal land where even the moon hides from the bizarre denizens crawling in the murk and grime. Yet? She draws some strength insomuch that she is not there, not now, and instead there is warmth and comfort… life and a pulse beside her: the shimmer and skin of another. Hot breath twists with the icicle strands of hoarfrost that make up hair and they melt with the purr and lavished attention. Water drips along her neck and the frigid things simply reform each time… curled and wavy.
Shimmers of pale gray and blue, of white, splotch the darkness of her body and Briella relaxes into the company she keeps now: listens and looks up at him with wider eyes… pale and refracting light as if they were fully spherical gemstones. “I’ve… it’s hard to explain.” she commented, her head gesturing to the darkness of the brush and to the moonlight and world around them. “Imagine if you will that the shadows are like the entrances of caverns, inside of them is a tunnel and a place all its own and ruled by nothing but itself. It sits atop this world… part of it; but separated.”
Mellifluous and soft she speaks with a patience and charm all her own and an accent familiar to those much older than himself. “Some can enter, some, but others cannot and for some reason… I can sometimes slip away into them. The first time it was when Expelliarmus ruled the Valley, I was younger and he had just brought me home to adopt me. I stumbled into them and when I next managed to find light free of them? I saw Dovev and the world was different. That was when we met… I, grew shortly after, and it may’ve been time catching up but--”
She paused and contemplated it: realizing how much this was to say. “No matter, I don’t know when or where I’ll go next, how even. Right now, I’m just alone, I suppose I could go to Heartfire but surely my Aunt would want me to find my own place.” had she been able, she might’ve shrugged and laughed, but she cannot and instead she flicks the hair from her eyes and tries her best to remain upbeat. Touch and kiss, soft brushes of her nose kept to his neck and shoulder and she nibbled playfully at the edges of his jaw before speaking again.
This time, Briella’s voice did not hide the suggestion of affection or even dull the soft coo undertoning her words. “This time it seems I’ll be here longer, and-- I’m fine with that. I’d rather not go back.”
@[Santana]