06-01-2018, 08:21 PM
haze like a fever
i fell like a dreamer for sweet tea and lemonade; it clings to my t-shirt it’s loud and it lingers, designed to suffocate. i light up to find what i’ve known all this time, there’s some beauty here yet
Her heart leaps at the sound of Solace’s voice. Wishbone’s lingering worries evaporate as she winds under the shade of the maple trees. Her heart warms with the dapples of sunlight that hit her back as she moves, especially when she sees the extremely swollen sides of her sister’s belly. That would certainly explain Solace’s absence in the diplomatic visit.
“Well fuck, Solace!” Her voice is a call of glee, despite the foulness of her mouth. She was a soft child the first time she came to Hyaline, still awed by the world and innocent around her edges, but Nerine has hardened her. She might be a princess of Tephra and a heiress of Nerine, but she has the mouth of a sailor to go with those titles. There’s no apology on her lips as Wishbone steps closer to touch her nose softly to Solace’s.
A laugh bubbles on her mouth, tangling with the happy chuckle of the stream not far from their feet. While she fits into Nerine as perfectly as a fish in water, Wishbone thinks she would be happy in Hyaline too. There are plenty of mountains to climb and she could spend the buttery, warm summer days diving in the lake with Svedka. “I think you’ve been eating too much,” she teases lightly, tossing her dark forelock out of her amber eyes.
Solace’s question sobers the mahogany girl though, and the laugh on her mouth dims to a smile in her eyes. “I’ve already spoken with Kagerus, the Queen-Consort” — she adds this last title with a knowing expression and a smirk on her sable mouth — “but I wanted to tell you myself.” Her hips shift her body into a more comfortable position in the shade of the maples, tangled tail lightly flicking against her heels. “Queen Hestia has died and Scorch has taken her place as Queen of the Leviathans. However,” with this she pauses, dramatically inhaling with that ever-daring personality of hers, “she has named me heiress of Nerine. I’m supposed to take the throne when Scorch thinks I’m ready.”
“Well fuck, Solace!” Her voice is a call of glee, despite the foulness of her mouth. She was a soft child the first time she came to Hyaline, still awed by the world and innocent around her edges, but Nerine has hardened her. She might be a princess of Tephra and a heiress of Nerine, but she has the mouth of a sailor to go with those titles. There’s no apology on her lips as Wishbone steps closer to touch her nose softly to Solace’s.
A laugh bubbles on her mouth, tangling with the happy chuckle of the stream not far from their feet. While she fits into Nerine as perfectly as a fish in water, Wishbone thinks she would be happy in Hyaline too. There are plenty of mountains to climb and she could spend the buttery, warm summer days diving in the lake with Svedka. “I think you’ve been eating too much,” she teases lightly, tossing her dark forelock out of her amber eyes.
Solace’s question sobers the mahogany girl though, and the laugh on her mouth dims to a smile in her eyes. “I’ve already spoken with Kagerus, the Queen-Consort” — she adds this last title with a knowing expression and a smirk on her sable mouth — “but I wanted to tell you myself.” Her hips shift her body into a more comfortable position in the shade of the maples, tangled tail lightly flicking against her heels. “Queen Hestia has died and Scorch has taken her place as Queen of the Leviathans. However,” with this she pauses, dramatically inhaling with that ever-daring personality of hers, “she has named me heiress of Nerine. I’m supposed to take the throne when Scorch thinks I’m ready.”
@[Solace]