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She is asleep when it finds her.
Curled sweetly into the earth. Too young even to know of magic, too young to know that she and her sister and their father are not the ordinary ones. Surrounded by glass, she thinks it normal. Thinks her mother the strange one, giggles at her warm, warm skin when she touches her.
But, aware of it or not, the magic finds her where she is sleeping. Her nose extended in her sister’s direction, breathing so softly that she’s barely breathing at all.
It finds her and it stirs her awake in the dark. And she gasps when she lifts her weary head and, there in the moonlight, a glass hoof glitters. She has become accustomed to the way she refracts the light, but this is something altogether different. She blinks in surprise while something funny and nervous wraps itself tight around her hammering heart.
But it is not only the hoof. She turns her head and her heart skitters when she finds the rest of her body glittering, too. Her surprise kicks her fully awake and she murmurs, “Hour,” quiet. The voice shaky. And when her sister does not stir, she whispers her name again. But Hourglass is too lost to her sleep to be roused, so Clementia lays down her weary head and squeezes her eyes closed.
Just a dream. When she wakes in the morning everything will be as it should be.
And things are different when she wakes, but not in the way she had hoped. No, the only difference she finds when she wakes is that the sunlight amplifies the glittering even more.
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</div><div class="clemhour1_title">crack the shutters open wide
i wanna bathe you in the light of day</div><div class="clemhour1_name"><div style="background: linear-gradient(#929d9d, #000000);-webkit-background-clip: text;-webkit-text-fill-color: transparent;">C L E M E N T I A</div></div><img class="clemhour1_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/Y0fMG1f8/clemhour1.png"></center>
clementia now has glittering, thank you!!
She is asleep when it finds her.
Curled sweetly into the earth. Too young even to know of magic, too young to know that she and her sister and their father are not the ordinary ones. Surrounded by glass, she thinks it normal. Thinks her mother the strange one, giggles at her warm, warm skin when she touches her.
But, aware of it or not, the magic finds her where she is sleeping. Her nose extended in her sister’s direction, breathing so softly that she’s barely breathing at all.
It finds her and it stirs her awake in the dark. And she gasps when she lifts her weary head and, there in the moonlight, a glass hoof glitters. She has become accustomed to the way she refracts the light, but this is something altogether different. She blinks in surprise while something funny and nervous wraps itself tight around her hammering heart.
But it is not only the hoof. She turns her head and her heart skitters when she finds the rest of her body glittering, too. Her surprise kicks her fully awake and she murmurs, “Hour,” quiet. The voice shaky. And when her sister does not stir, she whispers her name again. But Hourglass is too lost to her sleep to be roused, so Clementia lays down her weary head and squeezes her eyes closed.
Just a dream. When she wakes in the morning everything will be as it should be.
And things are different when she wakes, but not in the way she had hoped. No, the only difference she finds when she wakes is that the sunlight amplifies the glittering even more.
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</div><div class="clemhour1_title">crack the shutters open wide
i wanna bathe you in the light of day</div><div class="clemhour1_name"><div style="background: linear-gradient(#929d9d, #000000);-webkit-background-clip: text;-webkit-text-fill-color: transparent;">C L E M E N T I A</div></div><img class="clemhour1_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/Y0fMG1f8/clemhour1.png"></center>
clementia now has glittering, thank you!!