12-02-2018, 10:02 PM
Polaris
It is night and daddy has disappeared to the borders of the forest, patrolling Taiga so that at her heart she is safe for the ones he considers his family. He was reluctant to leave them, is always reluctant to leave them, but their den is as safe as anywhere is these days. Thick tangles of tree and undergrowth, the mark of someone who has earth magic in their veins, she thinks, because there are other places that seem bare and lonely in comparison, still ruined from the day it came undone so long ago.
Rian is with her, curled and asleep, so sweet when he makes those soft little snuffle sounds as his body relaxes, when he grunts and curls tighter in his bed of leaf-litter and the softest pine she had been able to find. She feels bad when she stands and uncurls her body from where it had rested around him like a reflective crescent moon, but she is always restless when Ruan is gone, always looking for him look before he should be back.
She doesn’t go far, stays close enough that she can still hear the sleeping sounds of her little companion, close enough that she can nuzzle his cheek and kiss his brow if his dreams turn to nightmares without the heat of his mother to keep them at bay. Poor kid, he must miss her so much, must be so confused why she hasn’t come back yet. Even Polaris wonders at her absence, though she feels no sort of emotional connection to the amethyst woman.
A sigh fills her chest as she turns her head to look out into the forest, dark with night and lit only by that faint, milky glow of the moon and her stars. She meant to breathe it out again so quietly, but suddenly there is a face staring back at her. A yelp escapes those twinkling teal lips, a sound like a small animal being strangled as she stumbles backwards in a motion that mirrors his exactly. Except where he disappears completely but for the glow of those eyes that might be stars fallen and capture within his face, she shines like surface of a sparkling pool, catching the light of every single star and reflecting it back again.
His voice is quiet when he speaks though, somewhat gentle despite the way he seems like a creature escaped from a nightmare. So dark he has no form, no dimension. Nothing but a pair of strange gold moons bobbing softly in a face she cannot see. “You’re in Taiga,” she answers finally after so much silence woven between them, binding them closer, and then so softly, “why can’t I see you?”
Rian is with her, curled and asleep, so sweet when he makes those soft little snuffle sounds as his body relaxes, when he grunts and curls tighter in his bed of leaf-litter and the softest pine she had been able to find. She feels bad when she stands and uncurls her body from where it had rested around him like a reflective crescent moon, but she is always restless when Ruan is gone, always looking for him look before he should be back.
She doesn’t go far, stays close enough that she can still hear the sleeping sounds of her little companion, close enough that she can nuzzle his cheek and kiss his brow if his dreams turn to nightmares without the heat of his mother to keep them at bay. Poor kid, he must miss her so much, must be so confused why she hasn’t come back yet. Even Polaris wonders at her absence, though she feels no sort of emotional connection to the amethyst woman.
A sigh fills her chest as she turns her head to look out into the forest, dark with night and lit only by that faint, milky glow of the moon and her stars. She meant to breathe it out again so quietly, but suddenly there is a face staring back at her. A yelp escapes those twinkling teal lips, a sound like a small animal being strangled as she stumbles backwards in a motion that mirrors his exactly. Except where he disappears completely but for the glow of those eyes that might be stars fallen and capture within his face, she shines like surface of a sparkling pool, catching the light of every single star and reflecting it back again.
His voice is quiet when he speaks though, somewhat gentle despite the way he seems like a creature escaped from a nightmare. So dark he has no form, no dimension. Nothing but a pair of strange gold moons bobbing softly in a face she cannot see. “You’re in Taiga,” she answers finally after so much silence woven between them, binding them closer, and then so softly, “why can’t I see you?”
though i never needed any proof to trust the heart that beats inside of you