Korei Julia was upon her rock when it happened. The moon was changing, as she saw. It gained her attention upon reddening, like a lake slowly being filled by blood. And she was filled with interest and unknown fear. She called quickly for the pack, they had to see this. How the moon was changing to blood, and if any of them knew what this meant. But to Korei, it felt wrong to see such a beautiful thing change to the color of a bleeding animal.
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although delight himself knows nothing of the stars, his gaze often finds its way northward, remembering what a boy cloaked in silver looked like draped by their reflections. tonight is such a night, the gathering of nostalgic and anxiety in his belly prickling as the moon swells redder and redder. strange, unnatural -- korei's call summons him. he does not know the girl well enough to know why she calls but she seems to be as interested in the sky as he. "do you know what it is?" the chancellor asks, taking a seat.
He still isn't sure what to do with— yesterday. The state of the moon had almost escaped him, actually, lost in his own thoughts as he is. Truth be told, he's having regrets— a lot of them. Not that he can ever tell Delight that— or anyone, actually. Because even though he regrets a lot of things, he finds he doesn't regret any of it enough to take it back.
The moon's strange color, when he notices it, is a welcome distraction from the crushing anxiety that has seen him isolated for the past— however long since he and Delight had parted. What isn't welcome is Korei's call. He lifts himself from the ground with a sigh nonetheless and follows the source. His own arrival is quiet, gaze averting when he realizes Delight is already there.
Hey,
He murmurs, coming up near his— his— ??? and settling just close enough to be a little more than friendly. For some reason, he still can't look at him; instead he glances up at the moon again, then turns his gaze to Korei almost expectantly.
she was still quite the infant, and as such would likely not be making an appearance unless her mother deemed it necessary since her father was preoccupied with something budding and bigger than his children.
however, she was not too small for the blood moon to have some kind of effect on her. this moon — the moon of rebirth — would strike down upon the girl without mercy. in her sleep (whether queenie was present or not), her tiny paws thrust out stiff in front of her, and the line of her mouth tightened in discomfort. one eye popped open, and then another as the red light of the moon filled the den. a deep sense of dread filled her — this is different! i don't like it! — and she began to whimper quietly, tucked in the corner of the den.
Korei Julia noticed others were coming to meet around them. She paused and looked to Delight, and shrugged. "It's...well, the moon...it's red. Like blood. I don't know why but it's pretty" she said, blinking her eyes up at it. Alarian and one of the pups came too, and she smiled sweetly at the pup. And she caught sight of someone else but they were gone, she shrugged at that.
alarian joins him -- delight feels his presence without turning around and sucks in a breath, unsure where they are or what alarian wants. he steals a glance at the governor and finds him not looking, which is both easier and -- hurts him, inexplicably. is he too shameful to behold, now?
korei interrupts his thoughts (ulf's momentary arrival entirely missed), naming the phenomenon without... naming it. "it certainly is red," he agrees, awkwardly, turning back to look at the sky once again. like blood. like an omen. "does it mean anything, do you think?" delight asks, his voice gone soft. "when tindómë founded -- the day we founded -- the sun.. turned black for a moment. or -- vanished, i guess. like there was no light in the sky at all." it's not the same as this but looking back, was that some sort of warning of tindómë's inevitable failure? at the time he'd thought it auspicious -- oh but what does he know.
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The moon looked badass, honestly. Zamael heeded Korei's anxious call in a lackadaisical fashion, making his way slowly to join the others. They all looked taken aback by it; he let out an appreciative whistle, fiery eyes trained on the crimson orb.
"Korei, you're our resident night sky expert," he remarked, glancing over at the white-furred girl. "Any idea on what this could be?" Incoming storm? Bad omen? Armageddon? He snickered quietly at the thought of the last one; if the world was coming to an end, he had better make the most of it. Maybe he should make a run for it, else he be stuck here with his brother and new boyfriend making love in the light of an apocalyptic moon.
Yeah, no thanks.
"What if it stays like this?" Zamael asked, looking back up at the moon. "It's dark--harder to see, than when it's silver."
Korei glanced to Delight, and she was not sure how to answer that. She just looked at stars. But this was highly unusual.
"I...I don't know. It doesn't look bad to me...maybe a bit scary." Then Zamael said something that surprised her, and scared her. As one could tell by the look upon her face.
"S-Stay that way? I hope not!" What Delight spoke of, with no light. That, Korei remembered that. She had seen it then. And it had scared her too.
Zamael's arrival is something of a relief; he doesn't think he can stand this awkward set-up without at least some moral support. Sometimes he can almost forget that Korei is technically his ex-girlfriend, but tonight is unfortunately not one of those occasions. Not with Delight around. He only listens to the others for a few moments.
We've seen this before, Korei, with— with Lennon,
He regrets saying his name immediately. His gaze fixes to the ground for a moment and he swallows, trying to compose himself before he looks back up. A blood moon. I'm sure it'll pass, like it did last time.
Lennon had said it would happen again, hadn't he? He shivers slightly and tries to put the dark man out of his mind.
poor korei -- a twinge of guilt passes through him that he may have alarmed her -- or that zamael alarmed her worse (how do you manage to feel guilty for someone else's words? it's a gift). but alarian names the phenomenon and while it's not the most reassuring name, it is better than unknown. his own moon-tinted eyes, glinting in the dim ruddy light, flick to alarian at the mention of lennon. a reminder of all the history there that he has yet to uncover.
he does not say anything, opting instead to lean in to his partner's side, unable to resist a smile at zamael's joking. "blood moon,"he repeats softly, more to himself than to anyone else, committing the detail to memory. he still does not trust the sight of it, and after a moment squeezes his eyes shut as if by refusing to see it he can somehow turn what it could possibly represent off -- deny the omen, deny the fallout.
Korei shivered. Not just because of the name 'blood moon', but also how she remembered the name Lennon. It made her tighten up in her chest. She pushed the name back, she didn't want to suddenly break down. It was so easy for her, too easy in fact for it to happen. She sat there, remaining in silence. Regarding the red moon, and no doubt would do so for the rest of the night.
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Korei's reaction inspires a flash of guilt, and his ears pin to his skull briefly. Suddenly he doesn't want to look at the moon anymore; instead he glances at Delight again, fleetingly, grateful for the way he leans against him. He presses back slightly, daring to briefly push his nose into his cheek fur. It's comforting, but he's too intent on avoiding their situation and too aware of the others to chance any further affection.
But he's content to stay pressed against Delight as long as he's allowed.