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buried it where bones are buried; ryatah - firion - 05-24-2021 that day even the sun was afraid of you and the weight you carried so you saluted every ghost you've ever prayed to and then buried it where bones are buried @[Ryatah] RE: buried it where bones are buried; ryatah - Ryatah - 05-27-2021 Ryatah — there's something tragic about you, something so magic about you, don't you agree? She has worried over him ever since she last saw him. When she had returned to Hyaline, a ghost in every way except for actually being dead, it was only Firion that she could think of. The gauntness of his face, the flesh that pulled away from bone—the way that he had looked at her, and the realization that she was powerless to help him. To realize that she had not only failed Este, but him as well, was nearly more than she could bear. She is sure she would have collapsed beneath the impossible weight of it all if only she had been tangible enough to do so. Instead all of her pain slips right through, clattering against rib and bone and settling to dust on the floor. In the days that followed the return of the sun she had searched for him, following the exigent ache in her chest. Should she be surprised that he had not come to her, that she had to find everything out by accident? She knows that she should not, and the pain buries itself deeper with the acceptance of it. She loves her children—all of them—in a way that is unmatched, but she had a way of letting other things consume her. She had not always been as easy to find as she is now, with a place permanently alongside Atrox. It tears her apart that he had not looked for her, but nothing says he would have even found her if he had tried. When he comes to her in Hyaline she is alone, Atrox having slipped away not long ago. The feel of someone so close when she did not expect him to be back this soon is enough for her to turn to meet them with a defensively bright glow, a shower of stardust shimmering toward the ground with her abrupt movement. She is not a fighter, but the days in the darkness have left her still on edge, and these newfound archangel powers are unfamiliar to her — a strength that she cannot quite control that sometimes rises, unbidden. The sound of his voice is all that she needs for every defense to fall, and the relief that rushes through her is enough to nearly bring her to her knees. “Firion,” she says his name with every ounce of sorrow and regret and happiness that is possible to feel, a tangle of emotions that tighten in her throat. Her aura, though brighter than it had been previously as an angel, dims just slightly from what it had been before, and she wastes no time wrapping her slender neck around his. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you,” she says quietly into his mane, and the apology is all-encompassing—sorry that she was not there for the curse, sorry she was not there at the mountain. She pulls away, noticing the darkness that clings to him, but mostly notices that he did not look the way he had when she last saw him. “You’re feeling better?” She asks him with a cautious hope, a small smile on her pale mouth. there's something wretched about this, something so precious about this, oh what a sin —
RE: buried it where bones are buried; ryatah - firion - 05-28-2021 that day even the sun was afraid of you and the weight you carried so you saluted every ghost you've ever prayed to and then buried it where bones are buried @[Ryatah] RE: buried it where bones are buried; ryatah - Ryatah - 06-06-2021 Ryatah
As he speaks, she finds herself pulling back and shaking her head. “You don’t need me to survive, Firion,” she tells him, with a small, almost wistful smile. “You are so much stronger than I have ever been.” She only knows a fraction of what he has endured—only the smallest part that he has let her see, even if it was only by accident. It hurts to know that he likely would have never told her about his cursed state had she not found him that day at the base of the mountain. It stings, knowing that her own son felt as though he could not come to her, but she knows she cannot be surprised. Perhaps because he is the son of her and Atrox—both masters at harboring everything about themselves they didn’t want the world to see. She knows she would have done the same as Firion, only, she is sure she never would have gone to the mountain at all. Her son is, thankfully, not nearly as selfish as she is. “I’m just glad you’re safe now,” she finishes softly, with another gentle touch of her lips to his brow. There is a shadow of concern though once she looks at him—really looks at him. He of course does not look like he had when she last saw him, but there is still something that feels off. Perhaps he is just tired, she reasons, or maybe he senses that something is different about her. She would explain it to him, if only she knew how; if she had any idea of all the things that have changed about her, other than the stardust that drifts from her wings. “You’re not lying to me, right?” she asks him with a light smile that could have passed as teasing if not for the pointed stare that accompanied it. “I’ll find out.” EVEN ANGELS HAVE THEIR WICKED SCHEMES
RE: buried it where bones are buried; ryatah - firion - 06-11-2021 that day even the sun was afraid of you and the weight you carried so you saluted every ghost you've ever prayed to and then buried it where bones are buried @[Ryatah] |