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I could die for you; sabbath - aegean - 04-19-2019 love is my religion. i could die for that. i could die for you. @[Sabbath] RE: I could die for you; sabbath - Sabbath - 04-21-2019 you've got to move slowly, take and eat my body like it's holy. She hasn’t spoken to anyone in so long she’s almost forgotten the sound of her own voice. Sabbath tried to carve some semblance of happiness in Pangea with Eight and yet she felt more lost than ever. So she began to wander until all she felt was emptiness. Her mane hangs ink black over her graying face and obscures her view as she weaves in between the trees and over the underbrush around her. Little red dapples are just beginning to reveal themselves along the full curve of her hips and strong, slender shoulders. She’s got her father’s strong eyes and her mother’s delicate jawline, the high cheek bones of a proud family. And yet no one knows quite where her little spiral horn came from. It shimmers silver-green from her lovely face and occasionally serves to push a low hanging twig from her. Her father had said once that he doesn’t remember anyone else in his family carrying such a thing but he used to kiss just beside it before she fell asleep at night. She misses falling asleep curled to her mother’s side while Adna slept on the other. A slow sigh shudders from her lungs as a twig snaps beneath the weight of her small hoof. The sound pulls her from her thoughts just enough to notice the pale boy approaching her now. He is all perfect white and crystal eyes that make her suck her breath right back in when they meet the sage green of her own. Beneath the orange shade of the autumn trees, he is glowing white in spite of the shade. Sabbath takes a step back without even realizing it. Aegean. He looks like something out of a fairy tale, some perfect prince come to rescue the damsel from her plight. But she wants to be her own knight in shining armor. She wants to pluck herself from this tangled mess of a life that keeps her tethered with night terrors and rabid hunts. “I’m Sabbath. Are you a ghost?” she asks, blinking to make sure exhaustion isn’t just fooling her into this vision. The ethereal boy remains in place, of course, and she wonders if he’s anything like the magician she met before. Will he be beautiful and cruel like so many others? Marvelous boys with their perfect faces have become something of a warning to her now and so she bristles a little at the thought. @[aegean] RE: I could die for you; sabbath - aegean - 05-03-2019 love is my religion. i could die for that. i could die for you. @[Sabbath] RE: I could die for you; sabbath - Sabbath - 05-06-2019 you've got to move slowly, take and eat my body like it's holy. Maybe, he says, and she wonders if she’s supposed to just accept the possibility that he may be the living dead. Perhaps her notion of what that means is only fueled by her night terrors and the scary stories she used to share with her sisters though. She wonders if a ghost boy is just the kind of friend she needs in her overcast life. But there is little time to dwell on the question as he pushes the smell of earth and pine from them, replaces the trees with cave walls and the smell of salt hanging heavy in the air. The serpent girl tenses and takes a step back from him, startled by the new setting and the change in the air around them. Her sage eyes watch the dream world shudder and ripple at his words before he steadies it once again. It isn’t real, he assures her, but her muscles continue to tremble as she waits for the forest to come rushing back to her. The cove and the sea are foreign whereas the shade of the trees is a second home, a shelter in even the greatest storm. Meeting a beautiful ghost and being thrust into his dreams of seaside caves is too much for a fearful thing like her. But she doesn’t confess such weakness. Sabbath forces herself to focus on his amethyst eyes when he addresses her, keeps her chin tilted down just an inch so that her spiral horn remains poised and ready. Life has taught her that the most wonderful things are often facades, gilded monsters all waiting to snap their teeth. After all, her mother had trusted her father’s handsome face and what good had it done her? His smile draws her in though and she wants to press her lips to his, to nurture that tender-soft center of her heart despite the way it quivers. Is she real? She laughs softly at the question and moves closer to him, tucking herself beneath his chin and letting her rough scales meet his smooth skin. Real enough, she supposes. Just solid enough to savor his warmth for a while. “Sometimes I wish I wasn’t. Sometimes, I just wish I would disappear,” he confesses against his chest. How lovely it might be to exist only as a fleeting memory on the tongues of her family before the wind snatches the last threads of her away. Her rich green eyes close and she sighs softly. If only she were an illusion invented to entertain a gorgeous thing like him. RE: I could die for you; sabbath - aegean - 05-07-2019 love is my religion. i could die for that. i could die for you. @[Sabbath] RE: I could die for you; sabbath - Sabbath - 05-13-2019 you've got to move slowly, take and eat my body like it's holy. Sabbath often speaks or acts without thinking of how it might affect others. Still, she can’t hide the way his illusions startle her and yet she feels guilty when she sees the remorse darken his soft face. He offers up an apology even though she feels like she should be the one telling him that she’s sorry. But the tangles of their negative emotions find themselves easing when she bridges the gap and finds her way to his chest. Even if he were to cast his spell over this place now, she would continue to feel safe right here with his pulse murmuring in her ear. When he speaks, she finds herself blinking her eyes open and she wonders why someone who has hardly begun to know her would worry himself over her this way. She hardly views herself as anything unique or loveable, especially when compared to the other women who inhabit this world. Sabbath is not beautiful like her mother or strong like her sisters. She isn’t a warrior like her father or an illusionist like Aegean. She is only Sabbath, the girl with the scales and sharp teeth. The girl who lost her way and never made it back. He holds her tighter and she closes her eyes again as her heart swells at his question. Even if he only cares with a fragment of his heart, it stirs the slumbering kindness deep within her. His voice traces its fingers across her skin and she blooms to life at the feeling of it. “Maybe I could stay a little longer,” she mumbles against his skin as she breathes a slow sigh. Maybe she could stay forever right here, pressed tight to him while he holds her close. She tries not to think of the shadow of war looming over Loess and Tephra, over her family and friends. There is only peace and the sound of the wind running through the grasses around them here. She can breathe without a weight on her chest or a storm in her mind. “We can haunt each other for a little while.” RE: I could die for you; sabbath - aegean - 05-26-2019 love is my religion. i could die for that. i could die for you. @[Sabbath] |