09-10-2021, 03:38 PM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
She had avoided the Meadow for years. What had once been her favorite place to stargaze is now filled with painful memories and vicious ghosts. That oily connection to the stars has been silent now for many long months. She does not touch it, doesn’t even take it out to look at it, and never remembers what she had been. Forgets what she truly was beneath mortal layers of skin and bone. "You are more than just your stars, Ciri." The Curse’s words have lingered with her all this time, every night when she curls beneath the luxurious downy feathers of Leokadia’s wing or when she had been huddled in the cold dark, broken and bleeding. They follow her in the storm of her anger and render her into frustrated snarling pieces. It makes her thoughtful when she brushes and jolts against that bright package the Curse had hidden inside her.
What is she then if not her stars?
What had bothered her most was how he left it as a riddle. Denied her of the one answer that she truly wanted to a question she had never thought to ask. As if he knew it would continue to feed into the blind craving of revenge and fan the flames of her endless rage.
She arrives sheathed in the crimson veil that follows her, the stardust that trails behind her as red and vibrant as the stars that surround her scarred figure. She had thought to pass over this place again until she had caught a flicker of light from her right. A star in free fall. Without thinking, she plummets with it. She lands gently in front of him with a flare of her midnight wings, speckles of stardust and sanguine light falling around them. She watches the way it clings to the horse in front of her (Islas, she had mistakenly thought at first) and comes to find it is yet another stranger. Another who reaches effortlessly to the stars and pulls them down around them… Like she had once done.
There is nostalgia gleaming in her swirling mercury eyes, the pupils still hidden beneath the blur of their chaotic movement. There is bitterness in the back of her throat as well as a gnawing grief for something she has lost but can’t seem to name. It’s more than just the fear she had felt when she had been severed from the night sky in the eclipse. It hadn’t just been the Curse or how he tormented her. It wasn’t just the unstoppable anger or the slickness coating her connection to power. It went back further then that, back to when she had been in the Underneath. Back to the moment when she had gotten only a small taste of who and what she was. What she had always been.
What had been denied to her in that cold empty death.
He reminds her of it now, wrapped in his comforting galaxy blanket. She whispers to him, for once forgetting the rising tide of her anger as her eyes start to slow in their movement and the stars around her flicker between gold and red. “Can I feel it?” She asks him softly, moving past the celestial coat and finding the blue of his eyes, seeing no lightning in them like the one's the Curse had stolen from Gale. “I don’t remember…” She stumbles over her words, kindness feeling foreign on her tongue. “I don’t remember what it feels like. Please.”
What is she then if not her stars?
What had bothered her most was how he left it as a riddle. Denied her of the one answer that she truly wanted to a question she had never thought to ask. As if he knew it would continue to feed into the blind craving of revenge and fan the flames of her endless rage.
She arrives sheathed in the crimson veil that follows her, the stardust that trails behind her as red and vibrant as the stars that surround her scarred figure. She had thought to pass over this place again until she had caught a flicker of light from her right. A star in free fall. Without thinking, she plummets with it. She lands gently in front of him with a flare of her midnight wings, speckles of stardust and sanguine light falling around them. She watches the way it clings to the horse in front of her (Islas, she had mistakenly thought at first) and comes to find it is yet another stranger. Another who reaches effortlessly to the stars and pulls them down around them… Like she had once done.
There is nostalgia gleaming in her swirling mercury eyes, the pupils still hidden beneath the blur of their chaotic movement. There is bitterness in the back of her throat as well as a gnawing grief for something she has lost but can’t seem to name. It’s more than just the fear she had felt when she had been severed from the night sky in the eclipse. It hadn’t just been the Curse or how he tormented her. It wasn’t just the unstoppable anger or the slickness coating her connection to power. It went back further then that, back to when she had been in the Underneath. Back to the moment when she had gotten only a small taste of who and what she was. What she had always been.
What had been denied to her in that cold empty death.
He reminds her of it now, wrapped in his comforting galaxy blanket. She whispers to him, for once forgetting the rising tide of her anger as her eyes start to slow in their movement and the stars around her flicker between gold and red. “Can I feel it?” She asks him softly, moving past the celestial coat and finding the blue of his eyes, seeing no lightning in them like the one's the Curse had stolen from Gale. “I don’t remember…” She stumbles over her words, kindness feeling foreign on her tongue. “I don’t remember what it feels like. Please.”
-- Ciri
@Astrophel
