Tangerine
In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep
Sawgrass sways around Tangerine's gold and alabaster body as she sleeps away the sweltering twilight of late autumn. Her lids flicker over closed eyes as her last dream of the day fades away and her consciousness returns to her. There is the rustling of a child at play not far away and the seer lifts her head from its pillow of sandy loam to looks between the sap-green lattice.
The daughter of her lover, grown in the womb of another. Raised in the shadow of the volcano, but destined to shine brilliantly in another land.
Tangerine sighs
Long journeys and gentle kisses had brought them together three children and six years ago - but now that same magic was pulling them apart.
Or at least that's what her dreams told her
She wonders if she should leave him here in the beautiful world he had created for them. She wonders if she stands in his way, in the way of the beautiful creature before her. Tang never wonders these things when he is by her side, when they are hidden away from politics and seashell crowns in their grotto - the obsidian sanctuary they had made a home.
When she is alone the hot days stretch too long, and she wonders if his story would be richer without her.
'the visions aren't always true' she consoles her soul
but she had never been a fighter
There was a quickening in the darkness of her womb which stayed her wayward heart. Where three had grown from seed to sapling another coils, transparent and soft. She doesn't need the vision to tell her what this feeling is.
None of this has to do with this girl, she reminds herself.
Her thoughts rarely stayed anchored when she found herself alone.
(she is not alone)
With the stars, she rises. From the chest-high grass, her honey gaze drifting over the girl and a gentle smile softens her features dispide the turmoil of her mind.
"Hello, Wishbone."
@[Wishbone] Tang writes herself, this go way more rambly than i intended :|