02-20-2021, 04:40 PM
( THESE DAYS I DON’T PRAY WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES
I JUST BITE MY TONGUE A BIT HARDER )
I JUST BITE MY TONGUE A BIT HARDER )
Sometimes he thought he could smell it lurking just beneath the surface of his sister’s skin, the rumor of death, though he trusted their mother would not let her die.
And he had begun to understand that he would be cast out, that he would not be allowed to stay. There was no room for the fear that had begun to grow roots around his ribcage and he had begun to wander further and further from the reach of his mother’s protection. Foolish, certainly, considering what had happened the last time he’d ventured too far from her side. But soon he will have no choice.
So he wanders, heart thumping, wings folded tight against his sides.
He wonders if Este will understand why he couldn’t stay. He wonders if he will get the opportunity to explain it to her. Or will the next time he goes back be the time they turn him away? Will he be able to say goodbye at all?
He moves slowly, carefully, toward the forest. The stench of impending death fills his nose, slides down his throat. Is it coming for him? He remembers how the ice had traveled through his veins to mend the broken skin before he even had the chance to bleed when the shadow monster had caught him with a terrible, hooked claw. Can he die?
He ducks his haloed head as he crosses into the forest, the darkness even more crushing here than it had been in Hyaline. A tremor steals down the length of his spine as he stares into the darkness, though nothing stirs here.
He ventures deeper into the darkness and then, ahead, he catches sight of a faint glow.
He stops short and calls, “hello?”
And he had begun to understand that he would be cast out, that he would not be allowed to stay. There was no room for the fear that had begun to grow roots around his ribcage and he had begun to wander further and further from the reach of his mother’s protection. Foolish, certainly, considering what had happened the last time he’d ventured too far from her side. But soon he will have no choice.
So he wanders, heart thumping, wings folded tight against his sides.
He wonders if Este will understand why he couldn’t stay. He wonders if he will get the opportunity to explain it to her. Or will the next time he goes back be the time they turn him away? Will he be able to say goodbye at all?
He moves slowly, carefully, toward the forest. The stench of impending death fills his nose, slides down his throat. Is it coming for him? He remembers how the ice had traveled through his veins to mend the broken skin before he even had the chance to bleed when the shadow monster had caught him with a terrible, hooked claw. Can he die?
He ducks his haloed head as he crosses into the forest, the darkness even more crushing here than it had been in Hyaline. A tremor steals down the length of his spine as he stares into the darkness, though nothing stirs here.
He ventures deeper into the darkness and then, ahead, he catches sight of a faint glow.
He stops short and calls, “hello?”
Selaphiel
@[laura]