12-03-2019, 10:21 PM
your breath frozen in the air, newborn droplets of iceyou were the one thing i got right
She’s been in Pangea a few days now, and Castile hasn’t rained hellfire on the kingdom yet, so she figures that she’s either in the safe or he just hasn’t yet realized that she’s left. The bit of freedom she has begun to experience makes her crave even more – she doesn’t know if she’ll return to Loess after this. Pangea is strange and new and sandy and while Loess had a plethora of new things to discover on the daily, this place is alien and almost scary and it fascinates the angel child.
The girl keeps her wings pulled to her sides as she explores, hoping to run into Ghaul or her new friend Draco. She is surprised that Ghaul hasn’t found her yet – with his heightened predatory senses, it would have been a quick game for him to locate her amongst the kingdom that lacks in foliage. She wonders if the fire in her burns red, or the blues of the hottest of the flames in his mind... maybe she’ll have to ask him. No, she will ask him, next time she sees him here. If this is to be the place where they settle while he topples empires, she needs to know everything there is to know about him.
It doesn’t take her long to hear his delighted chittering, not far ahead. She hurries forward eagerly, but a feminine laugh slows her pace. Is he with another girl? She’s told herself before that she doesn’t mind if he finds company with other girls, but nothing prepares her for the white-hot flash of jealousy that almost throws her into a full shift; she finds her talons digging anxiously into the ground and she rushes around the bend, nearly colliding with Ghaul and Draco.
Awkwardly she slides to a halt and looks over at the unfamiliar girl, trying to force herself to relax. The galaxy marked girl isn’t anywhere near Ghaul, but the way she teases the blind boy makes Clarissa uncomfortable and she entwines herself into her Ghaul, her feathered wings brushing against his leathery ones and her taloned feet brushing nervously against his. She hasn’t had much social interaction outside of her family and she feels awkward and nervous, but she forces herself to look at Desire and smile softly.
“If you knew Ghaul, you’d know he’ll destroy anything in his path to greatness,” she tells her, her golden eyes sparkling as she talks of the boy she loves. “I’m Clarissa,” she adds, dipping her head politely at the starry stranger. As awkward as she is, it is good to not feel so lonely, and she hopes that they can be friends.
The girl keeps her wings pulled to her sides as she explores, hoping to run into Ghaul or her new friend Draco. She is surprised that Ghaul hasn’t found her yet – with his heightened predatory senses, it would have been a quick game for him to locate her amongst the kingdom that lacks in foliage. She wonders if the fire in her burns red, or the blues of the hottest of the flames in his mind... maybe she’ll have to ask him. No, she will ask him, next time she sees him here. If this is to be the place where they settle while he topples empires, she needs to know everything there is to know about him.
It doesn’t take her long to hear his delighted chittering, not far ahead. She hurries forward eagerly, but a feminine laugh slows her pace. Is he with another girl? She’s told herself before that she doesn’t mind if he finds company with other girls, but nothing prepares her for the white-hot flash of jealousy that almost throws her into a full shift; she finds her talons digging anxiously into the ground and she rushes around the bend, nearly colliding with Ghaul and Draco.
Awkwardly she slides to a halt and looks over at the unfamiliar girl, trying to force herself to relax. The galaxy marked girl isn’t anywhere near Ghaul, but the way she teases the blind boy makes Clarissa uncomfortable and she entwines herself into her Ghaul, her feathered wings brushing against his leathery ones and her taloned feet brushing nervously against his. She hasn’t had much social interaction outside of her family and she feels awkward and nervous, but she forces herself to look at Desire and smile softly.
“If you knew Ghaul, you’d know he’ll destroy anything in his path to greatness,” she tells her, her golden eyes sparkling as she talks of the boy she loves. “I’m Clarissa,” she adds, dipping her head politely at the starry stranger. As awkward as she is, it is good to not feel so lonely, and she hopes that they can be friends.
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