01-03-2021, 11:17 PM
open hand or closed fist would be fine
--rosemary
the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Rosemary danced when the darkness fell.
When the light initially left, Rose lifted her head from a quiet graze, blinking confused eyes as she wondered if she had gone blind. Her thought was quickly answered by the panicked calls of her father: "Proverb? Rosemary! Somerset! Lilt?!" After a few slow, calm blinks, Rose was able to spot the soft glow of her mother. She could just barely make out the swishing of her father's shadows, seeing just enough to notice how . . . thick they seemed. Off. Wrong.
Excitement thrummed in her throat.
Litotes had quickly ushered Rose over and they figured out safe spaces in the Cove, but Rose could barely focus; and if one were to ask where her family is hiding now, it would take her several moments to pull out the barest remnants of her memory. All she could think about was how the darkness swallowed her whole. How she was going to be another monster's meal soon. How there has never been a more perfect time to explore the singing that called others to her side. Could she seduce a monster into being her friend, to lie in wait while she called forth some helpless victim?
At Rose's side, Calypso stirs.
You're thinking about that again? she hisses, rolling on her side to peer up at Rose with one irritated eye.
Yes, Rose answers.
I'm going hunting. I'll be back when you're thinking about normal weird shit.
Rosemary watches her hellcat flip to her paws and trot eagerly into the darkness. Her chest clenches. Why can't her friend embrace the darkness like she does?
Alone and quietly aching, Rose leans against the bark of tree. She closes her eyes and opens her mouth, humming a sweet, somber tune.
When the light initially left, Rose lifted her head from a quiet graze, blinking confused eyes as she wondered if she had gone blind. Her thought was quickly answered by the panicked calls of her father: "Proverb? Rosemary! Somerset! Lilt?!" After a few slow, calm blinks, Rose was able to spot the soft glow of her mother. She could just barely make out the swishing of her father's shadows, seeing just enough to notice how . . . thick they seemed. Off. Wrong.
Excitement thrummed in her throat.
Litotes had quickly ushered Rose over and they figured out safe spaces in the Cove, but Rose could barely focus; and if one were to ask where her family is hiding now, it would take her several moments to pull out the barest remnants of her memory. All she could think about was how the darkness swallowed her whole. How she was going to be another monster's meal soon. How there has never been a more perfect time to explore the singing that called others to her side. Could she seduce a monster into being her friend, to lie in wait while she called forth some helpless victim?
At Rose's side, Calypso stirs.
You're thinking about that again? she hisses, rolling on her side to peer up at Rose with one irritated eye.
Yes, Rose answers.
I'm going hunting. I'll be back when you're thinking about normal weird shit.
Rosemary watches her hellcat flip to her paws and trot eagerly into the darkness. Her chest clenches. Why can't her friend embrace the darkness like she does?
Alone and quietly aching, Rose leans against the bark of tree. She closes her eyes and opens her mouth, humming a sweet, somber tune.
@[laura] <3