Out with the golden we sew, and the lower past that crawls.
Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost.
Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost.
Afloat. Adrift. Asunder.
Rippling wind against the fibers of my coat, a pull towards somewhere (or a push?). The straggling breaths of a breeze flown past. It brings shivers to my skin, small bumps of aliveness and heart beats. It quickens my step, extends my legs into a more fluid motion. I don't know where I am; I don't know this place.
I hear the river after the wind, and my step falters. The recovery is inelegant, so frazzled are my nerves. Wild black hair and untamed red coat, nutmeg eyes rolling inside chiseled head. There has never been a river on this route to the Jungle. And yet the route could not possibly have changed.
A call erupts from my lips, my head raising and my nostrils flaring as the shrill whinny escapes into the strangeness around me. I am not usually one to panic; the trepidation of my step and breath does nothing to console me of this, and I only panic more. I should know what to do, I should know how to breathe, I should be composed and be calm.
Like him.
"Daddy," I cry under my breath, the word a sob full to the brim with terror and nonbelief. "Kavi, where are you?"
The wind picks up again, and my muttered words are brushed to the side just as the land seems to have been. Only have recovered from my slip, with lips still parted from the tail end of my cry, I stand there; there, in the nothingness, surrounded by the wind and the river, so far from home that I may as well not even be within myself at all.
Rippling wind against the fibers of my coat, a pull towards somewhere (or a push?). The straggling breaths of a breeze flown past. It brings shivers to my skin, small bumps of aliveness and heart beats. It quickens my step, extends my legs into a more fluid motion. I don't know where I am; I don't know this place.
I hear the river after the wind, and my step falters. The recovery is inelegant, so frazzled are my nerves. Wild black hair and untamed red coat, nutmeg eyes rolling inside chiseled head. There has never been a river on this route to the Jungle. And yet the route could not possibly have changed.
A call erupts from my lips, my head raising and my nostrils flaring as the shrill whinny escapes into the strangeness around me. I am not usually one to panic; the trepidation of my step and breath does nothing to console me of this, and I only panic more. I should know what to do, I should know how to breathe, I should be composed and be calm.
Like him.
"Daddy," I cry under my breath, the word a sob full to the brim with terror and nonbelief. "Kavi, where are you?"
The wind picks up again, and my muttered words are brushed to the side just as the land seems to have been. Only have recovered from my slip, with lips still parted from the tail end of my cry, I stand there; there, in the nothingness, surrounded by the wind and the river, so far from home that I may as well not even be within myself at all.
Kagerus
sweet nothing
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