Arrow Lake ≡ Angel With a Shotgun

The water eases its way down his throat and a cold sensation divides itself across his body. He finds delight in the sensation. To feel the spread of such life-giving forces is almost something worth thirsting for. To starve one's self of something so easily attainable for the small rush he felt.

It ends. The feeling he is so focused on as a voice beckons him out of his trance like state-of-mind and his head turns abruptly to face her. Though it were only a brief time since he had met the pale woman she seems unchanged where she stands. His eyes cover her and there is something off…though he cannot quite decide what it is. Is she alright? His head betwixt stating his obvious inquiry. Perhaps it has been a long day for her too.

“Polaris,” Her name drips off his tongue in a warm greeting and his eyes cling to the orange and gold rays that entangle within silvery plush, “How are you?”

She is his friend, yes? He turns his body towards her and advances. He seeks to come closer to her. Only just beyond the distance they had shared laying on the banks of a river and getting to know one another. Where they had offered words of encouragement. They had not been lost on him and he hoped much of the same for her kind soul. He felt as thoug evil could not tether itself to a jewel.

He should know better by now.

Tongue sprawls across inky lips and he stops and sits before her. He notes how small she is before him–he had forgotten. There is no concern for the happenings of his ‘home’ (if he dared call it that) for now. He had learned that there were other things that required his attention. His own life….For a change. Yuudai would eventually claim the life of the ruling serpent and the chaos would end. Of course, Collision had not seen the Emperor in some time and it was no secret that now the Empress had fallen to oblivion. Gone were the songs she sang. Perhaps she too would return anew.

“It’s nice to see you once more,” And he means it. The disciplined soldier offering a mellow smile. He had never been overbearing and he only felt the need to tread ever lighter in her presence. He would not deny the strength that coursed through her veins…but somehow he could not deny that he also saw her as delicate in more ways than ever he would be so bold to speak.