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tell me that it's all okay. - crowns - 10-28-2020 CrownS The autumn air is crisp and the sun is at its highest point in the sky, beaming across his back. Crowns stands at the crest of a meadow hill as he gathers the courage he needs. Failure will only cost him some scraped knees, he knows, but still, he hesitates. His dripping wings spread wide as he draws in a deep breath. Today is the day he learns to fly and he intends to do it solely on his own - no help from his grandmother or any of the aunts and uncles. The boy gives himself a nod in some feigned sort of confidence and steps back before setting off into a gallop. His brows are furrowed and his gaze is focused entirely on the path ahead. He flaps his wings and kicks off the way he’d seen others do when they took flight, and for a fleeting moment the wind catches him. It isn’t flying, of course, but it is gliding. Until it isn’t. The breeze drops him unceremoniously and he tumbles the few short feet to the tall grasses and unforgiving ground. A grunt is forced from his lungs once he lands into a heap of legs. While others may find themselves discouraged, Crowns is not so easily dissuaded from his goals. He has had the faintest taste of what his wings can do and now he is ravenous for more. He rises up onto his hooves to shake the dirt from his sapphire coat, and then he begins the short trek up the hill again. He will fall innumerous times more, but he will answer each sudden descent with greater tenacity and a wide grin across his handsome face. RE: tell me that it's all okay. - rosebay - 10-29-2020 Rosebay RE: tell me that it's all okay. - crowns - 10-29-2020 CrownS Crowns has always been mystified by the things that go bump in the night. He has laid awake at night watching the moonglow catch the silhouette of some wild predator looming just outside his den. What would it be like, to meet them halfway and run wild in the witching hour? Could he also be some fearsome thing? These questions come circling back when she approaches him and he finds himself staring too long, too directly into her eyes. He is, as always, drawn to the darkness that looms in her. He grins like the glint of a knife when she speaks. The boy folds his wings and approaches her without the faintest suggestion of hesitation. Nevermind the blood and the dirt caked to his legs. “Then some would underestimate me. What could be better?” he asks with a triumphant laugh. He circles her loosely as he sizes her up, trying to decide if she’s the sort who could give him a run for his money if they had to tussle. But he lacks any hostility in his movements or the warm expression behind his eyes. There is only a boyish desire for violent games because he hasn’t learned to simply converse with others yet. “Just you wait, though. In time, I’ll be the greatest at flying,” he warns her with a smirk. “My name is Crowns, by the way.” He comes to a stop in front of her as he finishes his circle. There is a wildfire in his gaze, just waiting to be set free. He just needs to decide if she’s more like kindling or a torch. RE: tell me that it's all okay. - rosebay - 10-29-2020 Rosebay but in all chaos, there is calculation RE: tell me that it's all okay. - crowns - 10-29-2020 CrownS He throws his head back and his laugh is born anew when she asks her question. Crowns has only ever known victory in this life, even if it did not seem like it at first. But he brings his chin down quite suddenly and meets her eyes with that bright ocean gaze of his once more. Slowly, he steps closer, the sapphire blue of him reflected in her pretty eyes. “Then they will be right for an hour, and I will be right forever after,” he counters with the remnants of his smile still holding fast to his charming face. He is unflinching in his confidence, but she will learn this about him in time. And then she reaches into him with her gift, to stroke the strings of his heart and twist them into submission. His smile fades and he wonders if he should let her in or if he should grab her by the wrist and not let go. After all, he has learned that those who reach must mind that they are not ensnared instead. But he lets her walk through the door into his mind and he reclines to see what she does. “I don’t mind it. Do you?” he asks her, the corners of his lips twitching into a grin like he might give up the joke prematurely. Crowns forces himself not to smile anymore, though. Quietly, so slowly that mere seconds seem to take several lifetimes over, he locks the door behind her. He throws away the key. Something in him uncoils, but he bids it to be still a while longer, to hand her the reins and watch. “Do you want me to bleed?” RE: tell me that it's all okay. - rosebay - 10-30-2020 Rosebay but in all chaos, there is calculation RE: tell me that it's all okay. - crowns - 10-30-2020 CrownS He watches her, the storm in his eyes building as his smile begins to return. Crowns takes a step closer when she speaks and he makes sure he’s close enough to see every microexpression that bleeds across her face. Her arm is extended to reach delicate fingers into his mind and now he takes her roughly into his grasp. He reaches back into her, thumbs through every memory like it will sate a hunger that has burned for centuries. Straia. Weed. Iris. And then there is her, Rosebay. “Didn’t I tell you that I would be underestimated?” he asks, and the world around them goes black. There is only the sound of his childish laughter and the thunder of his pulse in his ears. Slowly, little glowing eyes open behind him, all wide and yellow. They are his favorite things - the unknown, the prowling, the gnashing monsters that dance away when he gets too close. “If you like to play Simon says, then that’s exactly what we’ll do!” he announces as he steps suddenly from behind her to press his side to hers. “Simon says walk into the dark.” And then he shoves her forward, still clumsy with his magic and lacking the finesse of his mentors. The dizzying wall of eyes are joined now by a chorus of chattering teeth. Crowns watches them, nearly hypnotized by his own creations until he remembers he is her puppeteer. He forces one little hoof in front of the other until she is inches from the largest set of teeth. “Simon says don’t scream.” A smaller mouth bites at her shoulder, then another. Their chattering is muffled as they all sink into her perfect, pristine baby skin. “Bleed.” Hot red blood seeps down the sharp angles of her young hips and chest, thick and slow-moving like honey. Crowns just goes on watching, grinning as he admires his work. He wonders if she would scream if he released her mouth. But then, quite suddenly, the mouths and eyes retreat and the dark is lifted. He releases her. Her wounds vanish from her skin as his too-loud laughter fills the air again. “Ha! Simon didn’t say bleed.” RE: tell me that it's all okay. - rosebay - 11-18-2020 Rosebay but in all chaos, there is calculation @[crowns] RE: tell me that it's all okay. - crowns - 11-19-2020 CrownS He is a barely contained fire, just one wrong move from laying waste to an entire lifetime of hard work. And maybe he wants to stop biting back the urge to lose all control. His body seems to vibrate with the anxious energy but he is careful to put Rosebay all back together again when he’s done with her. There aren’t even scars to prove they’ve met today. Crowns isn’t sure she’s the type of girl who finds mottled flesh as fascinating as he does, after all. But he is quick to feast on her fear and pick his teeth with the distilled dread that flows so freely from her heart. All of this and so much more is sweetened by the strange joy pulsating from her to him. He tilts his sapphire blue head and stifles the giddy laugh that tries to free itself from the tangles of his vocal cords. “Do you like scars, Rosebay?” he asks, wide-eyed and grinning as he steps closer to her so their noses almost touch. How much would she let him bend her before she broke entirely? And could he ever fix it if he did manage to snap her in two? Questions abound within his mind and he’s almost tempted to answer them now. But anything worth having is worth waiting for. He will bide his time and drag their bonding out. “We’ll take turns. Next time, I won’t stop you, and then you do the same for me,” he suggests with a gentle, doting kiss to her cheek. It is a promise, an oath that they will rip each other in two just to see what it feels like to play god. They will each be little lambs to the other’s slaughter and find a way to make a spell out friendship with the grease and blood of their games. But for now, their fun is through. Tephra is calling his name and he has no choice but to comply. |