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i know the rules, the weaker trees bend; kirin - capture - 02-06-2016 trapped inside this twisted circle, it ain't right but it's eternal He had called her Capture. One day she would understand the true weight of the word, of having such a name, and maybe she would crumble beneath that weight. To be named after a cruel twist of fate, and one that had followed such a strange un-beginning of life and death and life again. Or maybe she would bear the weight gracefully, let it turn her to stone and steel so that nothing could ever hurt her. Only time would tell. He had called her dirty, too. She had not expected the word to sting as much as it did, but he was right. There was dirt and mud stained across the steel and emerald of her skin from when her mother had buried her alive- or at least mostly alive. When they had ushered her towards the ocean, towards the sound of waves lapping against sand and the stink of brine, she had gone obediently. Nor had she hesitated to bury herself in the water she had no reason to fear. It would not hurt her, would not drown her, could not harm her in any way unless it ever choice to deny her. She had stayed in the waves until Kult and Kersey were certain all the dirt had gone from her skin, until the gray gleamed like cold silver and the green was bright enough to make emeralds jealous. Only then had she abandoned the sea, and with so much reluctance because the waves felt safe and she loved the way they cradled her close like no one else would ever want to. They had told her to pull the water from her skin, to let it fall away and so she did. Rivulets of ocean water had run like tears between her ribs until there was nothing left. They told her to stay and she could hear them drift away without another word, could hear the crunch and sift of sand beneath their feet. Loneliness found her immediately and she could feel it settle like a cold stone in her delicate chest. Uncertainty found her next, she knew it by the way it seemed to want to crush her. They had not told her what to wait for, only to do so, and so she would. But the knot in her belly seemed to tighten and twist with each passing second and it was reflexive when she called the water to her. It wove towards her in the shape of a dozen pythons, and even though she could not see them, she could imagine their glittering, iridescent beauty. azriel x swift RE: i know the rules, the weaker trees bend; kirin - Kirin - 02-07-2016 And she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love Kirin son of Khaos RE: i know the rules, the weaker trees bend; kirin - capture - 02-15-2016 trapped inside this twisted circle, it ain't right but it's eternal
She cannot see him come to her, cannot trace his path through the sky against the endless aching blue with wings spread wide from the imperial purple of his shoulders. In fact she does not hear him either- or at least cannot discern the rustle of the feathers on his wings from the rustle of feather on the white and silver wings of a gull. One day she would learn, and probably very soon, but in her newness, in her inexperience, she is raw and vulnerable before him. She does hear when his feet touch the sand though, when the sediment hisses with contact and so she turns to him, her face delicate and silver and entirely beautiful in its uncertainty. Special, he calls her and she can feel her body soften with the praise. As the nervousness bleeds from her, so do the serpents. Each one hits the ground and bursts into a cloud of mist frozen in time for a long moment until both Capture and Kirin are shrouded in it. It is in this way that she traces the shape of his face and the curve of the smile across his mouth. She follows the mist, tracing the outline of his body where it breaks apart the water so that she can picture him like a strange silhouette in the blackness of her mind. There is no color, no purple or bright, but there a varying shades of black and she had made him the most beautiful shade of all. She gasps quietly, a sound like wind rushing over stones, and the mist thickens around his wings. Capture had not known a winged horse before. At once she pulls the mist from him, leaves his skin as cool and dry as it had been before. Instead she calls the water to her shoulders and coaxes it awkwardly into the same shape she had felt at his withers. Two glittering, iridescent wings shimmered above her as she tried to remember the shape of each individual feather. For a thoughtful moment she stayed that way, but then with a sigh the water-wings burst and rained down around them. She was careful not to let it touch them. Dirty. She remembered the word suddenly and flinched, wondering with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach if she had broken a rule. The sound of his voice coaxes her face to lift towards him again and those unseeing eyes disappear for a moment behind the uncertain flutter of dark eyelashes. “Kirin.” She repeats and her voice is an impossibly small sound, like the tolling of a tiny, silver bell. A tremulous sigh leaves her lips as she reaches her nose across the empty space between them. “Even birds must be jealous of you.” azriel x swift RE: i know the rules, the weaker trees bend; kirin - Kirin - 02-21-2016 And she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love Kirin son of Khaos |