09-15-2021, 01:41 PM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
The starlight floats around them and for a moment she feels that pull, that call to the stars beneath a slick layer of sludge. The desire to pull from the orbiting stars around them runs deep and she grits her teeth, resisting. No longer trusting that connection. The white stallion issues a soft apology and she gazes at him, feeling suddenly uncertain beneath his surprised eyes. The gold of her stars flick back to that deep bloody red but the swirl of her eyes still continue to slow as she senses that faint touch of happiness in the eye of her angry storm.
Her body shudders as she becomes shocked by the Curse's magic but she stays put, still standing firmly before the white stranger. She wonders if he is star-touched like Islas, seeing why she had mistaken him for the latter earlier. Stars turned mortal, like the Underneath had shown her and claimed her to be. She can feel the slow burn of her anger start to manifest into something frenzied when she brings up those memories and so she chases them away as the stranger’s mouth curves into a small frown.
But he does not deny her.
He brings the astral plane to wrap gently around her and her eyelids fall closed, feeling the way they kiss her scarred skin and dance around the vermillion stars that hang heavy around her. A soft sigh escapes her as her muscles unwind, as she hears a distant whisper in a language not of this earth or this lifetime. In response, her own stars begin to flicker again becoming a pale red instead of the bloody hue they once were. As if remembering what they had once been too.
Slowly she opens her eyes, revealing the slow churn of silver swirls and she finally smiles at him. Something soft and real as her fury, momentarily, calms. “Thank you.” She says quietly, looking at him with appreciation. Sinking into the comforting touch of his celestial blanket like a warm bath, she closes her eyes again and inhales deeply. Trying to enjoy it while it lasted.
Her body shudders as she becomes shocked by the Curse's magic but she stays put, still standing firmly before the white stranger. She wonders if he is star-touched like Islas, seeing why she had mistaken him for the latter earlier. Stars turned mortal, like the Underneath had shown her and claimed her to be. She can feel the slow burn of her anger start to manifest into something frenzied when she brings up those memories and so she chases them away as the stranger’s mouth curves into a small frown.
But he does not deny her.
He brings the astral plane to wrap gently around her and her eyelids fall closed, feeling the way they kiss her scarred skin and dance around the vermillion stars that hang heavy around her. A soft sigh escapes her as her muscles unwind, as she hears a distant whisper in a language not of this earth or this lifetime. In response, her own stars begin to flicker again becoming a pale red instead of the bloody hue they once were. As if remembering what they had once been too.
Slowly she opens her eyes, revealing the slow churn of silver swirls and she finally smiles at him. Something soft and real as her fury, momentarily, calms. “Thank you.” She says quietly, looking at him with appreciation. Sinking into the comforting touch of his celestial blanket like a warm bath, she closes her eyes again and inhales deeply. Trying to enjoy it while it lasted.
-- Ciri
@Astrophel
