02-06-2016, 10:25 PM
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.
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