Circinae;

[Circinae]

oh, my love, don't forsake me. take what the water gave me ..

Soft … so soft and unexpected that she closes her eyes, closes out the world around them and drinks in the moment of his support with an open heart. Behind those dark lids, however, something else takes shape. It’s gold, a warmth that counteracts the fierce and harsh cold that was building between them. Circinae imagines that he’s there (Canaan, she thinks of Canaan and her breath hitches softly) and that his nose, his forehead is pressing a gentle indention into the verdant curve of her supple neck. When she opens her eyes, only Ruan remains.

“Just a man.” She echoes, confirming what she’d known all along.

The night drinks heavily of the silence between them then, pressing in on all sides with velvet palms to suffocate every hint of anger, sadness, or confusion she’d cathartically voided. Her mind, sharp and driven with new purpose, clarifies an answer she hadn’t even known she was seeking. The shifter has nothing more to say, so she nods gently while the breeze of her exit disturbs the dark, fine hair that shades his nape. Taiga is her home, that much she knows will never change, but with the effortless adjustment of skins her steps lead her to where the border lies - a brown ghost that dreams of gilded wings brushing against her sides.

Circinae