Ryatah
— there's something tragic about you, something so magic about you, don't you agree?
Being at peace was an unfamiliar feeling for her, but even more so was the fact that she was not interested in purposely sabotaging it.
Ever since she had returned to normal—no longer ghostly and half-alive, trapped in some kind of earth-bound purgatory—she had been content to remain in Hyaline, even more so than in the past.
It was strange, not just being happy, but being content with being happy.
To not be brimming with a tension that begged to find relief in being torn apart by someone else, or any of the multitude of other ways she has ruined herself over the years.
To not want to take her happiness and mutilate it until one would wonder if it had ever been happiness to begin with.
It was no secret of course that Atrox was responsible for it, and while she usually selfishly stole any moment he would spare her, she was alone this afternoon.
She was different than she had been before, even though she did not entirely know how yet. It was a feeling in her bones, in her veins; a strange humming that was different from being able to heal, something that seemed stronger. Outwardly, it is only the stardust that is different, golden and glittering along the edges and undersides of her wings, but she can feel the other changes. They are too slippery still for her to grasp, wavering just out of her reach, and she does her best to ignore it.
From the corner of her eye, she sees a flash of white, and her first thought is Beyza. It is only when she fully turns her head that she sees it is not her daughter, but instead another very familiar white figure. There is a strange clenching in her chest, an unease that feels like remnants of jealousy, though she knows it is foolish of her to feel such a way. She had not had any kind of claim over Atrox back then, and it was not like she was free of sins, either—as he had so delicately reminded her during the fallout that had followed.
But she has never been the kind to hold a grudge against anyone, least of all someone that has been a friend for so long. When she approaches Agetta the smile that she offers her is a genuine one, quiet and small though it may be. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in Hyaline for a while,” she greets her once she is close enough, immediately reaching to gently touch her nose to her pale neck. “You must be here to see Maze?”
Ever since she had returned to normal—no longer ghostly and half-alive, trapped in some kind of earth-bound purgatory—she had been content to remain in Hyaline, even more so than in the past.
It was strange, not just being happy, but being content with being happy.
To not be brimming with a tension that begged to find relief in being torn apart by someone else, or any of the multitude of other ways she has ruined herself over the years.
To not want to take her happiness and mutilate it until one would wonder if it had ever been happiness to begin with.
It was no secret of course that Atrox was responsible for it, and while she usually selfishly stole any moment he would spare her, she was alone this afternoon.
She was different than she had been before, even though she did not entirely know how yet. It was a feeling in her bones, in her veins; a strange humming that was different from being able to heal, something that seemed stronger. Outwardly, it is only the stardust that is different, golden and glittering along the edges and undersides of her wings, but she can feel the other changes. They are too slippery still for her to grasp, wavering just out of her reach, and she does her best to ignore it.
From the corner of her eye, she sees a flash of white, and her first thought is Beyza. It is only when she fully turns her head that she sees it is not her daughter, but instead another very familiar white figure. There is a strange clenching in her chest, an unease that feels like remnants of jealousy, though she knows it is foolish of her to feel such a way. She had not had any kind of claim over Atrox back then, and it was not like she was free of sins, either—as he had so delicately reminded her during the fallout that had followed.
But she has never been the kind to hold a grudge against anyone, least of all someone that has been a friend for so long. When she approaches Agetta the smile that she offers her is a genuine one, quiet and small though it may be. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in Hyaline for a while,” she greets her once she is close enough, immediately reaching to gently touch her nose to her pale neck. “You must be here to see Maze?”
there's something wretched about this, something so precious about this, oh what a sin —
@[Agetta]