June 29, 2023, 09:18 PM
the sylph stilled.
it was as if hoarfrost had truly crept along her skin, freezing her against the he-wolf's embrace. the touch of it was filled with the same strange warmth of ice's kiss, like reaching for the heat of a fire.
it must have been what the dormant plants felt when the frost held them in its embrace. the same fragility of life within the protective shroud.
his words pulled her back, ears flickering nervously.
for once, iaghe could not look away from him.
features sobered, the halflife memory gone.
something opened up inside her at his words, a yawning pit in the earth.
--
it was as a dark maw, the mouth not of a monster with wicked fangs but the jaws of death itself.
iaghe had heard the tales of the deep. every islander knew the legends. how one could wander too far and be swallowed whole in its inky waters.
she'd just never realized the deep did not belong to the ocean.
the deep was death's only. and it had come for the island.
--
the sensation was gone before she could grasp it. so too was the memory it brought with it.
iaghe's gaze flickered with its departure but did not leave andr.
her speckled lips pressed into a guilty line.
she wanted to argue.
to remind him that surely he'd had plans before she crashed into his life. that he was not responsible for her. that he did not have to take this on for her. that she wasn't worth this.
he didn't even know her name.
her gaze darted once before returning to the autumnal features that had become so familiar. there was determination on her face when she looked to him again.
the ghost's patchwork tongue brushed over her freckled lips, parting them as she scraped her vocal cords together.
the sound was halting, scratchy.
wincing, the wilding fell silent once more. the pain was white hot in the wake of the smoke.
she heaved a small sigh of resignation and met andr's crystalline gaze.
nodded.
her lips crooked lopsidedly once again, the scars along her cheek tugging against the motion.
her head bobbed in his direction.
you go, i go.
it was as if hoarfrost had truly crept along her skin, freezing her against the he-wolf's embrace. the touch of it was filled with the same strange warmth of ice's kiss, like reaching for the heat of a fire.
it must have been what the dormant plants felt when the frost held them in its embrace. the same fragility of life within the protective shroud.
his words pulled her back, ears flickering nervously.
for once, iaghe could not look away from him.
features sobered, the halflife memory gone.
something opened up inside her at his words, a yawning pit in the earth.
--
it was as a dark maw, the mouth not of a monster with wicked fangs but the jaws of death itself.
iaghe had heard the tales of the deep. every islander knew the legends. how one could wander too far and be swallowed whole in its inky waters.
she'd just never realized the deep did not belong to the ocean.
the deep was death's only. and it had come for the island.
--
the sensation was gone before she could grasp it. so too was the memory it brought with it.
iaghe's gaze flickered with its departure but did not leave andr.
her speckled lips pressed into a guilty line.
she wanted to argue.
to remind him that surely he'd had plans before she crashed into his life. that he was not responsible for her. that he did not have to take this on for her. that she wasn't worth this.
he didn't even know her name.
her gaze darted once before returning to the autumnal features that had become so familiar. there was determination on her face when she looked to him again.
the ghost's patchwork tongue brushed over her freckled lips, parting them as she scraped her vocal cords together.
the sound was halting, scratchy.
wincing, the wilding fell silent once more. the pain was white hot in the wake of the smoke.
she heaved a small sigh of resignation and met andr's crystalline gaze.
nodded.
her lips crooked lopsidedly once again, the scars along her cheek tugging against the motion.
her head bobbed in his direction.
you go, i go.
"i can't come out. if i do, i'll go mad again" -- Snitter, The Plague Dogs
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has claw marks on it - by Iaghe - June 07, 2023, 12:42 PM
RE: has claw marks on it - by Andr - June 09, 2023, 10:51 PM
RE: has claw marks on it - by Iaghe - June 18, 2023, 09:31 PM
RE: has claw marks on it - by Andr - June 25, 2023, 05:10 PM
RE: has claw marks on it - by Iaghe - June 29, 2023, 09:18 PM
RE: has claw marks on it - by Andr - July 29, 2023, 08:40 AM