12-18-2017, 11:28 PM
THEY SAY IT'S OVER AND I'M FINE AGAIN
The image of the painted shadow lady - his siren - wet as she played in the waves played in his mind like bad recording as they were walking. She was talking, and he was hearing her - but the image of the sun reflecting off her scales was a hypnotising act that he could not seem to get out of his mind. The black sands were refreshing - so different than he was used to. It seemed to be, just here, that they were the norm on these beaches, and Grimdark looked down at his feet as he walked. He was at peace here in the coast - as if something was drawing him here. It was a visceral action that only could be described as primal.
Animalistic.
Grimdark has never felt such a feeling in all his years.
And yet, this close to the sand and the sea, the smell of the salt in the air and the fishy afterglow that remained when the tide went out - it was home to him. Not Nerine, necessarily, but he was happy in places like this. He loved the water, and had always felt that there was more to him than what he had been born to. He wished he knew more - he always felt that there was something he was missing.
Something that simply did not make sense.
But his company was certainly improving, because as his copper and steel body made headway with Isobell, walking down the coast in companionable silence, she turns to him and asks if he would not mind staying a while.
Grim turns to her, his face expressionless, but his heart is beating. Leave the coast? Really? Is that even a good idea? Still.."It would be my pleasure, Isobell. He was not born to know deference, and so he does not use titles. She is simply Isobell. He does not know her mother, nor does he care to. His lack of decorum is a blatant disregard for all that is Beqanna, though he does not know this, and barely knew what his mother was at the time of his birth. That he, Grimdark, is perhaps more like Isobell than he knows.
Or would ever care to be, if he ever found out.
GRIMDARK
deimos x ea, dragon vision, twilight manipulation, twin to allure