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stargazers - cosmos - 02-03-2019 Cosmos
A pink light amongst the East, Cosmos wanders its lands as if they all belong to her. They do belong to me, she thinks, pausing at the border of Pangea and Silver Cove as she drinks in the cleaner breeze. Sick equines, healthy equines, sweet and salty both - they mingle in her nostrils and coat her tongue. They smell of fear. None of them will embrace the sickness that has ravaged Beqanna. White and gold whisps tip into her eyes when her head tilts into a curious smile. Lips closed, eyes gleaming, whole body leaning into the ocean’s wind - Cos is a lovely sight, the only hint of plague a slight dribble of blood dripping onto her lips. The girl has been fortunate enough to feel only mild symptoms, perhaps a sign that staying in the land of the Dark God offers certain favors (musings she keeps entirely within Pangea’s borders). Above a storm brews. Gray clouds reflect like little orbs of light in her lavender and gold eyes. She lifts her muzzle to the sky, holding the refreshing scent of rain at the bottom of her lungs. With the looming dampness comes the newly discovered ache in her joints; no matter, Cos was never meant to be a warrior (just a prophet, always a messenger). The pain washes over her in light waves, pulsing and only increasing in miniscule amounts. Physical pain has never bothered her. Existential pain, though - that always has. She does not dwell on that now. The rain begins to fall as she steps over the border. Curls are loose and heavy as they dampen against her neck. Pretty, dainty, curious - and yet somehow fierce with knowledge at the same time. when you go, take this heart @[aegean] RE: stargazers - aegean - 02-07-2019 love is my religion. i could die for that. i could die for you. @[Cosmos] RE: stargazers - cosmos - 02-12-2019 Cosmos
Out of the storm comes the glowing brilliance of an old friend. The blood on Cosmos’ lips spreads across her teeth when she smiles, a tomboyish addition to a brightly feminine girl. She recalls their time in the Playground, her failed quest, his scent on the wind when she wanders the border. He is a part of a much more innocent time, but his growing form suggests he may be a part of her future, as well. Cosmos. Hesitant rain splatters her face when she leans into the sound of his voice. The way his utterance twists around her name is so pleasant to her ears she is practically purring by the time the last syllable comes out. White and golds strands fall into her lavender eye when she steps closer, sweet smile welcoming his gaze as it reflects her brilliant pink. The first twinges of romance come strange. For most of Cos’ life there was Jude, Myrkari, and Magnus. Tephra is a distant memory, now, but she finds she misses it as her childhood crush circles back. Pangea and Yidhra still consume her, spin webs she is forever caught in, but this brief glimpse of youth through her adulterated veil reveals the innocence she possesses. Namely, the way her heart trips at Aegean’s touch, the way a gentle laugh escapes at the sight of her blood on his lips. The space between them closes with a whoosh when the pegasus presses her cheek to the impossible boy’s. A kiss to the spot where his cheek meets his neck follows, then yet another pleased laugh. “Oh, Aegean, you have no idea how good it is to see you,” she murmurs on an exhale, more fact than excitement. It is the truth - she needs company and his kindred spirit will do just the trick. She pulls back with a sincere grin, then gestures to the pale gray beyond him. “Would you mind showing me what the beach looks like in the rain?” Cos begins to walk in the direction of the cove that gives this land its namesake, casting a mismatched gaze to her companion as she does. “I’m glad you found me today.” when you go, take this heart @[aegean] RE: stargazers - aegean - 02-17-2019 love is my religion. i could die for that. i could die for you. @[cosmos] RE: stargazers - cosmos - 03-09-2019 Cosmos There is nothing sweeter than the touch of an old friend. With age, the feeling between the pair has intensified; its flavor now supple and thick upon her tongue, as if she had drawn a trickle of his blood into her mouth. Aegean’s lips upon her nape are so warm that little goosebumps rise along each side of her neck. How interesting it is to meet in these circumstances: beneath the romantic rain, two brilliantly marked creatures too bright against the backdrop. When they reach the shore, Cosmos rushes into the irritable waves. The water is gray as it holds the reflection of the sky - dark and frothy with the might of the rain. She smiles into its strength, welcoming the sting of the salt as it slaps her chest. There she stands, not wondering if her glowing friend follows. She thinks he will understand, having the same wondrous and strange heart as she. “Aegean,” she calls, casting her characteristic charming and enthralled gaze back at him, “how can you stand to live amongst such wild beauty all the time!” The smile on her face is magnificent, enamored, blooming with each clear drop that slams into her face. The absolute peace and delight she feels at sharing such emotions is overwhelming: the tides of sensation escape in little tears that most would mistake for the rain. Joy has been slim for her recently, and Aegean reminds her that Yidhra is not the only connection she may make. “Tell me, beautiful boy, what do you dream of?” A query most might find odd, but Cos simply chases the feeling. She leans to press her cheek to his, wanting to feel the answer in his skin as well as in her ears. when you go, take this heart @[aegean] don’t mind me just taking eight million years to reply : ( RE: stargazers - aegean - 03-09-2019 love is my religion. i could die for that. i could die for you. @[cosmos] |