09-02-2016, 07:16 PM
loving you isn't the right thing to do; how can I ever change things that I feel?
There is a gentle, but persistent feeling gnawing gently at her uneasy nerves, leaving her on edge. Her heart pounds roughly against the confines of its birdcage of bone and muscle, blood pumping so vigorously through the length of her once lithe (and now undeniably plump and rounded) body - it cannot drown out her rampant thoughts; it cannot ease her weary mind. She is quiet, unwilling to meet the eye of any she moves past. There is a stirring within her swollen belly, and she grimaces with mild discomfort as gangly limbs press and move against the taut surface of her flesh from within - her time is nearing, and the unusual and unfamiliar anxiety that settles into her aching, tired bones wears her patience thin.
The sun has fallen, and it gives way to a gloriously clear, bright sky above - glistening with shimmering stars and illuminating the softly wavering stalks of greenery with the pale light of the moon, shining from above. She bathes beneath its light for a moment, tucking herself away from prying eyes and the apprehensive whispers of others - the Earth has moved, shifted and reformed, and yet she can still feel the way the trembling ground beneath her left her shaken and - dare she admit it? - frightened. She had only just been able to doze off, albeit apprehensively (for the loud bellowing cries and low utterances of varied creatures that lurked within the shadows still lit her nerves on fire), when it had all begun. The sun was only just beginning to glisten in the sky, when suddenly everything was moving beneath her - and just as suddenly, her uneasy footing was settled elsewhere.
The gears of her rampantly racing mind only serve to leave her aching for solace, for comfort - and with a gasping breath, as her hazel eyes find his sloping spine and brawny build against the moonlit night, her heart floods with emotion. Her limbs are stiffened from the long trek down from the mountain, with its thin air and icy embrace, and her hips yearn to be rid of the deep, languishing pain that lingers beneath her golden skin - but she does not rest, for seeing him leaves her heart less weary, her soul less trampled on.
Gently, she breathes across his flank, her breath warm but no warmer than her cheek as she presses it firmly against him. Her wings press tightly against her body, but there is no hiding the swell of her growing abdomen as she pushes against him, tucking herself against his side, longing for comfort, though she had never needed it before. Her mind lingers for a long moment on her father, her sister - had they perished? Were they safe? Hot tears sting at the corners of her eyes, and her lashes shut tightly over them, blocking out the memories that brought bubbling hurt to the surface. She follows the hardened lines of his body, delving her cheek and forehead beneath his dark mane, nestling against him and soaking in his warmth.
She had not seen him in so long; not since the day she had been cast away - banished for her strong temperament, for her fiery fury. She attempts to swallow the welling emotion in her throat, but she cannot, try as she might. Within, her unborn child - their unborn child stirs against her side, as her shaky breath rises.
"Magnus," She murmurs softly, unwilling to draw away from him, not yet. He was the only thing that she had once known that still remained. She would be strong again, she would be the same fierce, impervious creature she had always been - but not yet, not now. "there are no words to describe how relieved I am to have found you. Everything, gone - my father, my sister - the heavens -" Her breath catches in her throat, and she says no more.
She doesn't need to.
The sun has fallen, and it gives way to a gloriously clear, bright sky above - glistening with shimmering stars and illuminating the softly wavering stalks of greenery with the pale light of the moon, shining from above. She bathes beneath its light for a moment, tucking herself away from prying eyes and the apprehensive whispers of others - the Earth has moved, shifted and reformed, and yet she can still feel the way the trembling ground beneath her left her shaken and - dare she admit it? - frightened. She had only just been able to doze off, albeit apprehensively (for the loud bellowing cries and low utterances of varied creatures that lurked within the shadows still lit her nerves on fire), when it had all begun. The sun was only just beginning to glisten in the sky, when suddenly everything was moving beneath her - and just as suddenly, her uneasy footing was settled elsewhere.
The gears of her rampantly racing mind only serve to leave her aching for solace, for comfort - and with a gasping breath, as her hazel eyes find his sloping spine and brawny build against the moonlit night, her heart floods with emotion. Her limbs are stiffened from the long trek down from the mountain, with its thin air and icy embrace, and her hips yearn to be rid of the deep, languishing pain that lingers beneath her golden skin - but she does not rest, for seeing him leaves her heart less weary, her soul less trampled on.
Gently, she breathes across his flank, her breath warm but no warmer than her cheek as she presses it firmly against him. Her wings press tightly against her body, but there is no hiding the swell of her growing abdomen as she pushes against him, tucking herself against his side, longing for comfort, though she had never needed it before. Her mind lingers for a long moment on her father, her sister - had they perished? Were they safe? Hot tears sting at the corners of her eyes, and her lashes shut tightly over them, blocking out the memories that brought bubbling hurt to the surface. She follows the hardened lines of his body, delving her cheek and forehead beneath his dark mane, nestling against him and soaking in his warmth.
She had not seen him in so long; not since the day she had been cast away - banished for her strong temperament, for her fiery fury. She attempts to swallow the welling emotion in her throat, but she cannot, try as she might. Within, her unborn child - their unborn child stirs against her side, as her shaky breath rises.
"Magnus," She murmurs softly, unwilling to draw away from him, not yet. He was the only thing that she had once known that still remained. She would be strong again, she would be the same fierce, impervious creature she had always been - but not yet, not now. "there are no words to describe how relieved I am to have found you. Everything, gone - my father, my sister - the heavens -" Her breath catches in her throat, and she says no more.
She doesn't need to.
Ellyse
@[magnus]