03-03-2019, 09:19 PM
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***
A moment passes, but in this strange limbo, perhaps it feels longer to Leander. Then a light, and far more clear than Wysteria had been, Rhy stands in her place. She looks like Leander, except there are no wings on her back. She still bears the mark of Amazons, the land not yet lost when she’d left her life behind. The vine crawls up her leg, the red bloom splashed beautifully across her chest. Unlike so many red things, it doesn’t look like a wound, doesn’t look like blood, but simply a beautiful flower. Electric sparks dance along her skin, no longer kept in check in death. Rhy no longer has to fear hurting anyone – what could she do to them now? So, in death, she can be herself, freely and fully.
<font color=#985470> “Leander,”</font> she says, warm and full of light. Closing the distance between then in a blink (there are no rules, not here), she reaches out to touch noses if he’ll allow it, not bothering to check the electric sparks that dance along her skin. She cannot hurt him, not here, not now. Though she is solid enough, this is little more than a dream, and she does not dwell in the world as he does. Besides, Rhy knows what Leander does not. <font color=#985470> “Leander, little brother,”</font> she says, grinning now, tasting a name and a title she never thought she’d have the occasion to use while he still lived. <font color=#985470> “Not so little, anymore. Mom and Dad send their love, as always.”</font>
She takes a small step back, looking him over. He looks so much like their family, and she’s simply so glad to see him that it takes her a moment to remember she has a job and a time limit. It takes magic to keep her here, and though magic in limbo is easier than magic in life, still, it is magic they need to fight the plague. <font color=#985470> “I know what Kora did,”</font> she says, sobering now. There’s no surprise there, simply disappointment and something like resignation. It was so very like Kora to simply not try, though there had been moments where Kora had <i>tried</i>. Glimmers of what their relationship could have, should have, been.
Lightning cracks in the darkness around them, breaking the strangeness of this place. <font color=#985470> “When we were in the womb, I had no control. Lightning and pain began Kora’s world, and as such, she was born afraid. Afraid of lighting, afraid of me. Our parents tried to teach me to control it, hoping that when I learned Kora would be less afraid. I learned, but she did not change, and so they took her from Beqanna and left me behind.”</font> She doesn’t say it bitterly. Her life had belonged to the Jungle, and her family became the Sisters there. She’d had all she needed, and she understood her parent’s decision. <font color=#985470> “Poor Dad, did he still have the patches of missing coat from getting lightning burns? I think I made him permanently bald in some places,”</font> she chuckles, knowing that the patches were long gone now. In death, they were whatever they wanted really, though she found most everyone was simply themselves.
<font color=#985470> “Things were slightly better once Kora returned. She was granted power over winter and her magic gave her a strength she never knew before. There were moments when we were almost okay, but never fully, and it never lasted. I think, in some ways, the ice simply froze her heart over those years, though I wasn’t around long enough to be sure, and I can only speculate now from what I see.”</font> She believed her speculation though, that the ice had simply frozen her sister from the outside in.
<font color=#985470> “We had planned to come find you, little brother. Together. And I’m so sorry we couldn’t, didn’t.”</font> It didn’t matter why, they simply never did. Yes, things hadn’t exactly gone to plan, but they could have stopped all their plans and simply left to find him. Instead, they’d felt invincible, pretended to be invincible, and if magic hadn’t left Beqanna perhaps they would have all persisted in that lie. But without her magic, Rhy hadn’t been strong enough to survive the magic that hadn’t quite left her womb. A perfect storm of events, and in truth, Rhy didn’t miss living, didn’t know where her place would be in this new Beqanna anyway. Still though, she had failed her bother, and she had never known him until now, and that she would regret. Though they had a moment now, it was only that, a moment, and it could not make up for the lifetime she missed.
</p><p class="rhylion_name">rhy</p><p class="rhylion_parents">the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle</p><img src="https://k.nickpic.host/BkXyGY.jpg"></div></center>
@Leander
<style type="text/css">.rhylion_container{position:relative;z-index:1;width:550px;padding:0 15px;background:#030013;font:12px 'Times New Roman', serif;box-shadow:0 0 10px #030013;}.rhylion_border{position:absolute;z-index:5;width:10px;height:100%;background:#985470;}.rhylion_right{right:15px;}.rhylion_left{left:15px;}.rhylion_container p{margin:0;}.rhylion_container img{width:550px;}.rhylion_message{text-align:justify;padding:15px 25px;color:#D5C9E3;}.rhylion_quote{text-align:center;color:#985470;font:14px 'IM Fell French Canon SC', serif;padding:8px 0px 0px 0px;letter-spacing:2px;}.rhylion_name{position:absolute;z-index:10;width:550px;text-align:center;color:#FDAE73;font-style:italic;letter-spacing:6px;font-size:26px;}.rhylion_parents{position:absolute;z-index:8;width:550px;bottom:330px;text-align:center;color:#985470;font-family:'IM Fell French Canon SC', serif;letter-spacing:1px}</style><center><div class="rhylion_container"><div class="rhylion_border rhylion_left"></div><div class="rhylion_border rhylion_right"></div><div class="rhylion_quote"><p>and when i breathed</p><p>my breath was lightning</p></div><p class="rhylion_message">She knew the answer to the questions before she asked them – of course she did. Wysteria asked to make them answer, because in answering the truth was given a voice, made real, and they were forced to face things they often ran from (or crash landed on the mountain from, as the case may be). <i>"Perhaps it is time you knew more. You are like her - your golden, electric sister, that is.”</i> There is more to that statement than what sits on the surface, but it’s the only clue Wysteria will give him. He has to earn the truth for himself. <i> “It is not my story to tell, however.”</i> With that, she vanishes, giving him no inkling of what is to come unless he is truly, truly listening to the words she does not say.
***
A moment passes, but in this strange limbo, perhaps it feels longer to Leander. Then a light, and far more clear than Wysteria had been, Rhy stands in her place. She looks like Leander, except there are no wings on her back. She still bears the mark of Amazons, the land not yet lost when she’d left her life behind. The vine crawls up her leg, the red bloom splashed beautifully across her chest. Unlike so many red things, it doesn’t look like a wound, doesn’t look like blood, but simply a beautiful flower. Electric sparks dance along her skin, no longer kept in check in death. Rhy no longer has to fear hurting anyone – what could she do to them now? So, in death, she can be herself, freely and fully.
<font color=#985470> “Leander,”</font> she says, warm and full of light. Closing the distance between then in a blink (there are no rules, not here), she reaches out to touch noses if he’ll allow it, not bothering to check the electric sparks that dance along her skin. She cannot hurt him, not here, not now. Though she is solid enough, this is little more than a dream, and she does not dwell in the world as he does. Besides, Rhy knows what Leander does not. <font color=#985470> “Leander, little brother,”</font> she says, grinning now, tasting a name and a title she never thought she’d have the occasion to use while he still lived. <font color=#985470> “Not so little, anymore. Mom and Dad send their love, as always.”</font>
She takes a small step back, looking him over. He looks so much like their family, and she’s simply so glad to see him that it takes her a moment to remember she has a job and a time limit. It takes magic to keep her here, and though magic in limbo is easier than magic in life, still, it is magic they need to fight the plague. <font color=#985470> “I know what Kora did,”</font> she says, sobering now. There’s no surprise there, simply disappointment and something like resignation. It was so very like Kora to simply not try, though there had been moments where Kora had <i>tried</i>. Glimmers of what their relationship could have, should have, been.
Lightning cracks in the darkness around them, breaking the strangeness of this place. <font color=#985470> “When we were in the womb, I had no control. Lightning and pain began Kora’s world, and as such, she was born afraid. Afraid of lighting, afraid of me. Our parents tried to teach me to control it, hoping that when I learned Kora would be less afraid. I learned, but she did not change, and so they took her from Beqanna and left me behind.”</font> She doesn’t say it bitterly. Her life had belonged to the Jungle, and her family became the Sisters there. She’d had all she needed, and she understood her parent’s decision. <font color=#985470> “Poor Dad, did he still have the patches of missing coat from getting lightning burns? I think I made him permanently bald in some places,”</font> she chuckles, knowing that the patches were long gone now. In death, they were whatever they wanted really, though she found most everyone was simply themselves.
<font color=#985470> “Things were slightly better once Kora returned. She was granted power over winter and her magic gave her a strength she never knew before. There were moments when we were almost okay, but never fully, and it never lasted. I think, in some ways, the ice simply froze her heart over those years, though I wasn’t around long enough to be sure, and I can only speculate now from what I see.”</font> She believed her speculation though, that the ice had simply frozen her sister from the outside in.
<font color=#985470> “We had planned to come find you, little brother. Together. And I’m so sorry we couldn’t, didn’t.”</font> It didn’t matter why, they simply never did. Yes, things hadn’t exactly gone to plan, but they could have stopped all their plans and simply left to find him. Instead, they’d felt invincible, pretended to be invincible, and if magic hadn’t left Beqanna perhaps they would have all persisted in that lie. But without her magic, Rhy hadn’t been strong enough to survive the magic that hadn’t quite left her womb. A perfect storm of events, and in truth, Rhy didn’t miss living, didn’t know where her place would be in this new Beqanna anyway. Still though, she had failed her bother, and she had never known him until now, and that she would regret. Though they had a moment now, it was only that, a moment, and it could not make up for the lifetime she missed.
</p><p class="rhylion_name">rhy</p><p class="rhylion_parents">the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle</p><img src="https://k.nickpic.host/BkXyGY.jpg"></div></center>
@Leander