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mnēmē - Melaneus - December 08, 2024
He stood on the edge of where many scents mingled, taking in each one as though they told a story he could understand. Warm breath lingered in the air. Light fled and winter came again.
He remembered this place. Here, he had hunted and spent fleeting days anticipating a life that seemed promised. But shadows stole that future from him, and he had learned to let it go.
Moongirl had been kind then, and beautiful too. No doubt another man had found her, and fallen as he had. No doubt she had found happiness there, without him.
And that was okay.
Still, as he came to the cusp of the forest, he drank in the bittersweet memories it afforded him and closed his dark eyes in a moment's pause.
RE: mnēmē - Callyope - December 08, 2024
a man.
she knew this one.
dying sun, whispered old things. a spirit stirring. she nearly left, if only so it was not her eyes upon him.
yet she could not do that — and she wondered what his arrival meant.
you are different — and not.she was warm to his presence. fox fur lazily draped over shoulders, a comfort that rooted from her status.
RE: mnēmē - Melaneus - December 09, 2024
He had once believed in ghosts. Now, he knew better, and yet it was still hard to believe the object of his thoughts was not an apparition, or at the very least, a hallucination of a lone and wistful mind.
But she was here, coming towards him. Melaneus blinked once, and she grew only clearer as she stepped into the pale sunlight drifting through parted trees.
I might say the same,a smile curved his words as distant laughter danced through the thoughts he left unspoken. Did he remain her Dying Sun? Did he have any right to call her such gentle things as he once done? They seemed things reserved to memory, a childhood tryst - but by no means insignificant. The memories she'd given him had brought light to his eyes in the seeping world that had stolen him.
Moongirl no longer suits you,his warm gaze regarded her, an approving glance to the russet furs draped upon her,
dear Star Flower. You are moonwoman now.
RE: mnēmē - Callyope - December 09, 2024
dangerous games.
yet she had been captured. she had transformed and grew into something beyond herself. forneskja had asked it of her.
her blood had demanded it of her.
moonwoman is still my mother.warm still, but a slight tilt of her head. curious and gleaming. she searched for something that could not be seen.
i am Seiðkona.
a million what ifs unspoken. let them rest.
what have you become, Dying Sun?
RE: mnēmē - Melaneus - December 10, 2024
Strange words fell on attentive ears.
How her eyes gleamed, how her mantle of fox spoke from the elegance of gentle draping. This word - a title, he guessed, for something as strong as her mother was.
This dignity, this womanhood, it suited her. It always had.
For a moment he looked to the ground, knowing he had become so much less than three curious boy she had been on the terrace many dreams ago.
I was taken. I never meant to leave,he said softly from the silence. Though he knew anyone who looked at him now would find that hard to believe, he had only been a youth then, orphaned and unrefined and easy to subdue with experience and numbers.
Now, I am free.
With this, he lifted his eyes, shame burnt to nothing in their deep blacks.
So much still on his mind, but words could be left for future days.
This is your pack, then,and his eyes softened to a curious warmth.
Are you mother, too?
RE: mnēmē - Callyope - December 13, 2024
taken.
she stepped a touch closer. amber eyes looked over him with a fineness. his height still toward over her own. in fact, he might tower nearly anyone who walked the woods.
free.
did he mean to stay as such? she did not know if his spirit would ever settle in this place, no matter if she thought it good to see him.
perhaps he would walk far and taste this freedom for all it was worth.
not yet,she told him with a bit of a sly smile.
but there is a man who means to pay my bride price. he leads here, too.who she adored, who she loved. one who wished for many children with her!
what do you mean to do with your freedom?