11-22-2018, 03:59 AM
She has often traveled in darkness, but not in the way that he is showing her. Quiet and alone, it was always easy to remain undetected when she kept to the areas light did not reach. However, no matter how much she preferred the solitude, not even she could live that way. She was always eventually drawn back towards the light, towards the voices, and the warmth of companionship. As much as a part of her desired to be it, she was far from being a living shadow.
She has never actually disappeared, however, and staring into the yawning, tenebrous tunnel, there is a mixture of wonder and apprehension at the idea of being swallowed alive. With her eyes on her newfound but already trusted companion, she follows him willingly into the dark.
It surprises her, how easy it is to enter, although if she were to truly think about it, how difficult would walking through a shadow possibly be? There is a coolness that cascades across her skin, like a gossamer veil, and it makes her tremble. It is impossibly dark, and even though her eyes cannot adjust, they are able to seek out his golden ones despite the lack of light. Drawing herself close to him, her shoulder brushing against his, her soft voice breaks the stillness of the shadows as she asks, ”Can they hear us?” She refers of course to anyone that may be lingering on the other side of the intangible shield, in the world they had just left behind. He tells her that he can take her anywhere, but Briseis has no where else that she wants to be. Perhaps to see Chryseis, if anything, but she knew her wild and chaotic daughter was enjoying her newfound freedom away from her overprotective mother. ”Maybe to Nerine,” she muses aloud, somewhat to herself, since she does not vocalize why she would pick there.
But she is too distracted; by the shadows that embrace them, and even more so by the cool skin of the stallion she has made sure to keep pressed against her own. She is captivated, and it shows in the way that even in utter darkness she is trying to watch him, listening for the sounds of his steady breathing. ”Is this where you live? In the shadows,” She isn’t sure she would ever leave them if such a gift belonged to her. She likes to think that maybe her nightmares couldn’t reach her here.
@[Ether]
She has never actually disappeared, however, and staring into the yawning, tenebrous tunnel, there is a mixture of wonder and apprehension at the idea of being swallowed alive. With her eyes on her newfound but already trusted companion, she follows him willingly into the dark.
It surprises her, how easy it is to enter, although if she were to truly think about it, how difficult would walking through a shadow possibly be? There is a coolness that cascades across her skin, like a gossamer veil, and it makes her tremble. It is impossibly dark, and even though her eyes cannot adjust, they are able to seek out his golden ones despite the lack of light. Drawing herself close to him, her shoulder brushing against his, her soft voice breaks the stillness of the shadows as she asks, ”Can they hear us?” She refers of course to anyone that may be lingering on the other side of the intangible shield, in the world they had just left behind. He tells her that he can take her anywhere, but Briseis has no where else that she wants to be. Perhaps to see Chryseis, if anything, but she knew her wild and chaotic daughter was enjoying her newfound freedom away from her overprotective mother. ”Maybe to Nerine,” she muses aloud, somewhat to herself, since she does not vocalize why she would pick there.
But she is too distracted; by the shadows that embrace them, and even more so by the cool skin of the stallion she has made sure to keep pressed against her own. She is captivated, and it shows in the way that even in utter darkness she is trying to watch him, listening for the sounds of his steady breathing. ”Is this where you live? In the shadows,” She isn’t sure she would ever leave them if such a gift belonged to her. She likes to think that maybe her nightmares couldn’t reach her here.
briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
@[Ether]